7/9/15

It got away from me, the all encompassing ambiguity of ‘it’ wriggled from my grasp and out the door that I (stupidly)left a barrel as a measure of security without realizing the far more terrifying prospect that, if left open another could seek it’s comfort just as easily as I. It got away from me, closing the door behind and now I am left alone to contemplate a new strategy without even the comfort of collaboration. Whether this overlook has sent me careening toward clarity or madness remains to yet be realized, but rest assure- I am well on my way.