May 30th, 2021
It’s past midnight.
I have so much to confess, but with each utterance, it feels heavier. The burden lifted only clears way for weight.
What do I do with myself?
I find myself, again, confused.
I feel like everything I want is slipping through my fingers, the next wrung is just out of my reach. I could reach it, if I tried, but to try, to attempt, may transfer me to a new ladder completely.
I refuse to believe that this ladder isn’t mine.
I refuse to accept the weight of the conclusions that I jump to.
Am I in a place to refuse?
With so much happening, with possibilities unfolding, perhaps I just wish that I had possibilities, prospects.
But all of that requires the painful ordeal of being seen, watched, observed. Specimized and pedestal placed. It requires sacrifice. And I am, currently, quite afraid to sacrifice, afraid of the cost.
I dislike my loyalty being called into question. I hate the idea of being replaced. I can’t be replaced, but the idea of forfeiting my spot, my control… it wrecks me.
I can’t be replaced… can I?
This is where I belong…. right?