13.2.07

some sort of queasiness and its result?
(still not feeling the necessary disinterest)
and still freely allowing myself feeling the passion (what is there to hold on to?) sheding tears (sympathy for certain imagined 'lack') waiting for my muse (she is currently with me) arguing what i believe (balancing between ideal and reality)


i resist erasure of my character but i want to humbly learn to fit in