This slush which is like an impermeable membrane of plasma
my feet shuffle through
my feet shuffle through
half water, half snow.
The sun comes out but gray flushes over.
melt and comes another freeze.
Survival skills are out of date, mechanisms entrapping.
And snapping.
Slipping.
I confused always.. Awkward, unusual burden. I try to understand. Inspiration is a strife.
Because I fear so much, I unresolved. With something.
Is it just urges of unrequite? Seeking the insatiate again?
I frustrated- the inability to see - how I detriment my being.. My circuit breaker on the fritz - all I need is an outlet.
My passion, my peace, my creativity and sexual energy.
I sort of miss me.
This photo is eerie - makes me think of what is in my mind. This wilderness of wild - skittish - but so close to be reached.
