Sunday, October 7, 2012

Continuously coping with return.

I think I have finally identified that gnawing anxiety between my ribs, the intermittent weight hanging over me as an existential dread resulting from the mismatches in my experiences, in the realities that I feel attached to or embedded in; an expanding sorrow as the past and my connections to it drift away, the sense of relationships dissolving into their geographic impossibilities.

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