I Have Something to Say
[b]#Undone[/b]
I have been unraveling for some time now. The modern world lies about me and I am undone. It began as a lose thread of uncertainty. I didn't even have the satisfaction of pulling the thread: it must have caught on some disbelief as I rushed past.
Try as I might, my ebbing desire to fix and my need for truth and certainty could not stop the process. Eventually I relented.
And slowly, the feelings of exposure from losing what I had known are feeling instead like an unwrapping, an opening.
Not the sort of opening where the light of clarity comes rushing in, but an opening for complications and partial connections.
I am baffled to hear myself say it, but I am coming to like this feeling. Come to think of it, I was tired of choosing or not choosing, being limited before I even spoke.
I feel a new space around me - I think I'll call it my raveled space. It may not be a word now, but I like it.
J
I have been unraveling for some time now. The modern world lies about me and I am undone. It began as a lose thread of uncertainty. I didn't even have the satisfaction of pulling the thread: it must have caught on some disbelief as I rushed past.
Try as I might, my ebbing desire to fix and my need for truth and certainty could not stop the process. Eventually I relented.
And slowly, the feelings of exposure from losing what I had known are feeling instead like an unwrapping, an opening.
Not the sort of opening where the light of clarity comes rushing in, but an opening for complications and partial connections.
I am baffled to hear myself say it, but I am coming to like this feeling. Come to think of it, I was tired of choosing or not choosing, being limited before I even spoke.
I feel a new space around me - I think I'll call it my raveled space. It may not be a word now, but I like it.
J
