Lost

I’m perfectly torn between fleeing from the chimeras I have created and embracing them. It’s the very reason that I’m forever balancing so precariously on this precipice, an abyss on either side, both of which threaten to consume me, no matter which I plunge into.

The whole fabric of my character is laid bare in these Words I set forth, willingly or not. My tremendous hunger for experience and life, my insatiable curiosity, desires, courage, and tenacity, my self-flagellation, self-loathing, my drunkenness, my sobriety, my fears and obsessions, my morbidity and mortality, my desperate loneliness and fear of judgment, my unfathomable boredom, my sense of loss and mourning, and my most desperate desire: that I were able to just Be.

I’m at war with myself. This violent and burning battle that I am at once embroiled in and merely witness to from afar. There appears no egress, no liberation from it all. At least no way that isn’t likely to kill me sooner rather than later.

And it all comes back to the Words.

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