Though I am on vacation, ironically I’m also at home.
Referring to where I am now as ‘home’ however, feels forced. I’m inclined to
employ purgatorial vocabulary and metaphors
to explain the phenomenon. Both hometown and college town feel like
home, so I don’t know which would be the heaven and which the hell were I to
truly execute the metaphor.
Tuesday, May 14
Tuesday, May 7
Bound
I wish to be freed from the mental shackle of men—keeping me
bound to myself and causing more calamity than I thought possible. When the
cycles and waves in my mind, patterns of my soul, and movements of my body
loafe together in balance, I may then share these internal and external forces
with one another set them to song. But, my trinity is unable to hum let alone
sing, and only solitude may aid in their harmony.
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