(Coming Undone)

I am so full of energy, I don’t know what to do with it.

Drunk, it seems improper to digest the already difficult segments of my fiction novel. Late, it seems impossible to begin writing something deep, thoughtful, or just plain downright no-big-deal complete. I’m busy thinking about today and imagining things tomorrow, and I guess I’m feeling  restless.

If there was a club downtown, I’d probably be there, but in my sleepy little town, the jammiest jam jams are either coming from my Sony speaker or literal pajamas.

Uhh which is fine, you do you, pajamers.

I just wish there was more action up here in this dimension I am in.

Or is it a doorway into another dimension? I’m not sure yet.

I do know for sure: I am ready to feel bizarrely different.

Yeah, I’m ready to feel something entirely new. I’m ready for this strange land to move through me like it has always known me. I am ready to feel insane—then, perhaps, totally new.

No, I’m not done yet.

There’s something brewing, and I don’t really know what it is, but I won’t be the same once I know it. I will know it as myself, and all will be made unreal, and then, revealed.

That is why we are here. We are here to break away. To cut the ties. An overwhelming persona that will change the way I see myself. It runs deep, goes far, and even if I am undone, I won’t be bothered.

It’s time.

We won’t go back.

We are stronger together.

^{Tuesday, September 10th, 2024}

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