Quite a bit has transpired since I last touched this here blog. I returned from Turkey, steeped in the feeling of home and family in Colorado, and now live in Anaheim California chasing a once very real dream.
I feel I could repeat a past entry that alluded to a faint light trying to bleed out a big darkness. About an ominous forest that entangles, yet at the same time rallies excitement for untethered paths.
I'm somewhere in that forest again, but this time I am going nowhere. I am moving, though, writhing actually, trying to free my wild hair that is all swirled and knotted up--way up--in the black branches. My feet kick, my toes reach...but I can't feel the ground. And what's worse, I can't see it.
If I could just get out of these branches... If I just had some scissors or a flashlight....
Or do I just make like a blind monkey and start swinging?
I feel I could repeat a past entry that alluded to a faint light trying to bleed out a big darkness. About an ominous forest that entangles, yet at the same time rallies excitement for untethered paths.
I'm somewhere in that forest again, but this time I am going nowhere. I am moving, though, writhing actually, trying to free my wild hair that is all swirled and knotted up--way up--in the black branches. My feet kick, my toes reach...but I can't feel the ground. And what's worse, I can't see it.
If I could just get out of these branches... If I just had some scissors or a flashlight....
Or do I just make like a blind monkey and start swinging?
