ghost in the window
spotlight on my knee
shivering, terrified
no answers within m--footsteps outside!
To be continued...
I will survive!
2/3/2010 Worst poem ever, I know. But it's relevant. I'll elaborate: I was stuck inside myself, afraid of unimportant, nonexistent things that I created, but there was an actual threat, coming from the realm of the real, which I was finally forced to confront. And that real threat was actually the manifestation of the silly obstacles I like to create inside my head. Now I realize the importance of viewing and judging myself in context -- that is, within a social setting. Because I am not suspended in a vacuum, a very inconvenient but fundamental truth.