The Mezzanine

Hunted.

Grappling with the beast that threatens to consume my ability to form and maintain relationships: the urge to isolate, the melancholy, my nerves which at times feel they are on fire. The armament is in my hand, but I have yet to raise it and take aim. Its weight is but a dull comfort.

One day I will feel what it means to fly with unbroken wings.

"I live in a house with a tin roof and
Every time it rains I can feel my brain it's
Moving back and forth, upside-down, east west
Feeling and remembering everything you do."

Locket by Crumb"

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