remember when you thought everything was going to stay that fast?names and places and times.alltumblingforever. but i drank up the well to the bottom and then it has to trickle, trickle. i can’t work with the heart of the matter. i have to edge around it.
do i really think that things happened to me? rape, torture, animals dead, children dead, babies dead? drugs in the hot chocolate and bright lights in the eyes? why would i think that? and why would i think that unless it were true? i get alienated from myself and my reality. i can be away from myself for days on end, now. am i real?
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