I thought I was myself. But then I tried to move forward. Don’t you just have to decide to?
Part of me had fallen into the void – and the other parts were scattered. Maybe in the ethers. My emotional body shattered but still connected.
I felt drenched in doubt, fear, a terror that held me hostage on a cellular level.
What do you do when you can’t move like the others tell you to? Like they think you should – on days when you read minds or remember the mastery things seemed to hold over you till you forgot how to be your own master.
What do we do then, us heathens of hope.
Maybe we wait till the worlds loudness washed over us, drowning us in their idea of goodness.
And what do we do then?
Excerpt from Wits & Tits, a novel in the making.