it’s that moment…it’s like I’m in a wrinkle in time. I got the keys and have no idea where these hallways and doors lead, but it feels so free and I know it’s right. when the moment begins and doesnt end…..
pretty much crushed here.
i’m like those grated ice chips that they make slushies out of.
you know, crushed ice.
it’s really only used for those slushy things.
except i don’t currently have all of that sweet and colorful syrup to soak in
so it’s feeling kinda pointless.
thanks for that.
i mean, my glass is full,
it’s just that when it’s full of crushed ice,
there’s all this extra space in there that’s also empty.
empty and full.
a paradigm of a paradox.
i kinda need to melt.