DEEP BENEATH THE FOG
December 19th, 2023 | San Francisco, CA
I ready myself for the next step. The first step? The integration of my thoughts-those locked away, dastardly things, into my life- that horrid, stagnant thing. I am accountable for the life I’ve been living. A bit of myself is constantly terrified. Like a small mouse, in a big big world. Always frightened.
If truth has a cost, then so too, must bravery. I’ve few ideas outside of the stupor. And that is what I have to call it because that is what it is. That state in which I’ve been placing myself.
It has its merits…
I am sharper. I am happier…
But I am lesser.
I know it. I feel it. I detest it. I must be rid of it. Despite its merits.
Because it makes me question. Myself. My work. If I am only capable of it, in that state. I’d like to think it’s still me in there, deep beneath the fog.
