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.