Friday, February 09, 2007
...will get you in the end, won't it?
One must not be intimidated. One must not be cautious. On must use broad strokes and risk ruining everything.
And yet, I am often plagued with doubt. I often have a foot walking forward and another backing up. I want to sit, sometimes. Recline. Just to sit and play with the grass, make daisy chains out of life. I once wrote a monologue about a woman who spun the world's largest ball of twine, and once she'd done it, she couldn't think of what to do next. "Stop spinning? Why would I do that?"
I'm not being very concrete. All six of my readers may be confused. "Why so glum, chum? " They may ask.
Oh, nothing. I'm just trying to get both my feet going in the same direction.
Fuck you, doubt. I am superhuman. I am violent and strong and unpredictable.
I am a bluejay on a tulip in a field. I am an abandoned shoe in the mud. I am a baby.
Fuck you, doubt. I am youth.