20 May 10 12:17:00 am

our fears are so many and so lofty we wish to put them down just a moment. we wish to stand straight-backed and raise our arms and feel their lightness. to stretch  muscles balled and knotted free of their terrible wait; they wait for nothingness. we wish to see what might sit up above our normal eye-line. pick at this or that which  always exceeded our reach. to set down these load-stones crafted of tear, and wail and terror. first, we must let important parts come undone from the bindings. this we’re sure will be too pain-filled. to awful. the tearing of old skin and scar wrapped and bound, come cord and muscle. we lift our fear with our fear. we are human reflex to the awesomeness of truths we cannot bear. we stand immobile, unfeeling and unable to decide what’s us and what all we carry but cannot put down.