I'LL BE LAYING HERE UNTIL THURSDAY.this place is a raging river and we'll uncomfortably toss and turn in the current.
it keeps spinning and spinning and spinning and spinning and spinning and spinning.
i keep looking at these words until the letters turn into an obnoxious underwhelming jumble.
we have the capacity to explode into a brilliant mess of cryptic understanding. how long will we say what we need to say without actually saying anything at all? our thoughts are going to turn into a complete circle and we'll continue spinning. this is our retreat. we belong.
we are all writers we are all thinkers we are all unstoppable we are all contained in our own museums of supreme enlightenment we are all going somewhere we are all unaware until we open our eyes we are all lying we are all believing we are all trying we are all on a single rail we are all together we are all apart we are all going to fall we are all going to rebuild we are all ministers we are all trying to be something else we are all striving to just be.
i am here for now
and i belong.
