too young
too reckless
too driven
too blinded
too stubborn
too brave
to settle.

"All the world's a stage, . . . "

From this shattered

Proscenium

We struggle to disengage

Ourselves---

To challenge its

Boundaries---

Only to find that

There's no script

Except the script

That we compose

As we expose

Who we are.

- Robert Todd

I never plan a thing I do, yet all these future decisions loom over me. I know what I want to do and where I want to be and it all just seems farther away. Nothing worthwhile comes easily and the growing difficulty can only mean this is right. Everything will be alright. It just needs a little push.

my mind is no more and less scattered than these jumbles of words i call writing. so dulled and old are these thoughts i have. nothing even flows anymore.

sitting here
with my floppy stomach
cold air in the window
hot feet under the computer
no lights
low volume
old cans
strapless dress
unshowered
itchy skin
nothing.