another dead end in the labyrinth of my life i
turned a corner & was all like, “no y’all, this
this is the way out—-i know it for sure now”
only to find yet another gushing wound that
better serves to be held fast apply pressure for
godssakes i’m going to bleed out… wait, where
was i headed with this…. oh yes, another bad
decision…. another wrong turn…. another
immersion into false hope, losing myself in the
cult of my own personality & not learning a
goddamned thing from all of my many many
i don’t always illustrate my journal pages with a literal depiction of anything pertaining to what i wrote…but sometimes…i do.
just be thankful i went with pan’s labyrinth rather than trying to portray myself as gerald the goblin king & his mighty bulge.
and my flock of dodo birds.
don’t forget the dodo birds when i am making decisions based on pursuing my own extinction…playing with self-fulfilling prophesies.
but my fevered brain is settling once more into a holding pattern of isolation. embracing my lonely.
comic idea: how to properly & carefully choose netflix shows to pacify & sedate a lonely heart….