Mental flexibility—my mind is rigid as a jungle gym—I don’t let go, my wrists are taut and strained and stretched
wishing isn’t easy
Tag Archives: clinging
something that I can’t resolve with mind
she clings to analysis—my savior
she clings to—something? harmony
she’s wondering about her clothes
I sense there are too many people in the world with too many attachments. There isn’t room. There is no more room. I am squatting here.
Everyone is on a trajectory of some kind though. Achievement-life: I can smell it coming a mile away.