Sunday, October 19, 2008
'round and 'round
I'm caught in a place where my mouth is so full of questions, and I wish that I wasn't always-inquisitive. I've started looking at myself and wondering why I continue to follow the deep, washed-out footprints I have already made and already retraced. I am sometimes so aware of the circles that I have the overwhelming urge to fall down and refuse to travel at all, which will not actually relieve me. I'll sit a while but again become anxious and restless until finding my way back to the bald, sole-pocked earth wandered over and over and over until really, I should just be drunk-dizzy.