(I think) I am
too
in my head
today.
Regardless of the medium
or method
I can’t figure out how to
translate
anything.
I lie back
in
the
blur
and try to make sense
of the flashes
of the almost-too-clear
somethings.
I keep writing personal things
as if I were
someone else –
from a third-person perspective.
Not in a creative
freeing way,
but from a distance.
Not close enough
to get any clarity.
So I’ve been having trouble finding
conclusions.
Nothing ever seems
finished.
Nothing seems
ready.
Everything seems
broken.