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seventh, jul recently i've begun to have dreams in which i'm trying to run from something/somebody. concerning the hidden me within me, the smaller one (for convenient storage) whose tacit expressions include: "you're fucking up", "you shouldn't be doing this", "another dead end", et cetera, i've been wondering scared lately if that's actually been the real me all along, trapped within this outer-shell me i've somehow decided to trust. i get the idea to let all the angles go askew, nothing straightened, to give it another look and i'm creeped out by what i see! |