Sunday, November 09, 2014

From the sofa, not the loveseat

I am a rhino with no horn, a lemur with no tail, a writer with no words.

That's what I have sounded like for so long.

I have become so encased in myself that I don't even know what's out there, and that's why I don't know what to say, what to write about.

Out there, away from here, are experiences I will never have if I spend this whole season indoors.

Life has become hyperphagic, because the goals I made were made from the basement, underground.

I need to remember what it was like to dream in an open field.

Borderless imaginings.

Beyond you, if necessary, without you.

For us.