`When you’ve run dry, terminated all possibilities, and come to the end of what seemed like an infinite circle, you find yourself at the beginning. On your knees, or on the toilet, alone, talking to yourself. In the tired jumble of a fatigued tongue that doesn’t swish but lolls and rolls inside your mouth, you drawl out the tangled thoughts of your befuddled mind. Realising, in retrospect, what you should have been hoping for, finally coming to terms of what you are afraid of. You return back to the source, the foundation, the wall upon which you rest your back, and you hope, that even though you’ve wilted, it hasn’t crumbled.
#165 ~ Here We Go Again