04-30-2007, 12:00 AM
Each year that passes, each month, each day, each moment, though less noticableee.... I am closer and closer to snapping.
Everything angers and upsets me on a level to deep to explain. My reactions become more unstable and dangerous and I know I am on my own.
A warrior stands up for what he knows is real. This is dangerous. It means breaking the flow. Attacks will come. The assaults continue. Breathing into the belly seems to establish an impermeable shield.
My heart is concentrated light that warps gravity back into it and my skin a membrane formed out of pure blackhole. To feel my focused attention is like being bored into by a wormhole.
But I pull back and withdraw. The time is not now. The buzzing continues.
Everything angers and upsets me on a level to deep to explain. My reactions become more unstable and dangerous and I know I am on my own.
A warrior stands up for what he knows is real. This is dangerous. It means breaking the flow. Attacks will come. The assaults continue. Breathing into the belly seems to establish an impermeable shield.
My heart is concentrated light that warps gravity back into it and my skin a membrane formed out of pure blackhole. To feel my focused attention is like being bored into by a wormhole.
But I pull back and withdraw. The time is not now. The buzzing continues.