Everything dissolved before me. The foundations of my soul were rocked harder than they had been before. What I saw as solved equations were just theories, attempts at order and law.. in the lawless landscape of what we call the mind. 

I affix myself to anchors of familiarity and comfort, and then I sever the chain—I can float just fine. I can float for hours actually, days, a year. And as I float I bump into things here and there. Some things are from the past, I recognize them and I steer my course accordingly (so I hope). Some things are undifferentiated, so I crash into them. I become undifferentiated, I must take my time with the untangling. I will never rush the untangling. All this wringing out of myself. Wringing out absorbed ideas, days, and people. I lay my self out to dry in the sun. Who am I again? Oh yeah…slow… slow.. slowlyyy rise my love. We have no where to go but here. And we begin again. I am here again. A new year 

December 31, 2024