scrawl / sprawl
These days, I'm feeling much smaller than I'd like to and maybe I'm going to try to force myself to write in order to trace my shapes and see 'em, in their overlaps and intersections and scribbled-overs. If there's little else I will change, I may as well witness the patterns of the present.
This potentially sounds much more dire and pathetic than I intend. I'm not really feeling too shitty, I don't think I'm fucking up too much. In fact, I quite like my life, I'm doing alright. But on the whole, I probably take more than I give and I'm always looking for greater balance. I want to be more life-affirming. I want to recognize as much as I can. I don't want to be in denial, lessening the pressing importance of everything surrounding and my responsibility in it, and I don't want to overstate the forces of the world so as to render myself impotent and in awe, lost.
Here I am. I am here.
This potentially sounds much more dire and pathetic than I intend. I'm not really feeling too shitty, I don't think I'm fucking up too much. In fact, I quite like my life, I'm doing alright. But on the whole, I probably take more than I give and I'm always looking for greater balance. I want to be more life-affirming. I want to recognize as much as I can. I don't want to be in denial, lessening the pressing importance of everything surrounding and my responsibility in it, and I don't want to overstate the forces of the world so as to render myself impotent and in awe, lost.
Here I am. I am here.