trinity

me, myself, and I

doppelgänger

what do I feel?

I resent how safe my self isolation makes me feel and yet how it also makes me sick.

maybe it won't swallow me, my grief, or maybe it will.

digest it digest your disappointment don't let it sit.

armed you arrive at this place but to your terror you discover your beloved weapons have no power here

the most ethical thing we can be is really ourselves

someday soon, maybe

hello to the temptation to let myself be cynical.

What have I done? What have I done giving birth to myself?