i'm not taking myself where I want to be

a full moon cry with tom petty - draft #5: written on April 24, 2024

Last night’s Sunday Musings reminded me of this entry draft that could be connected to the vase-metaphor that’s been going on in my life for the past year. Read all about it here and enjoy this writing on the confusion of a physical place in the world:

My emotions are bubbling, begging to come out of my body’s pores, cleansing themselves from my soul. Etching my skin, clenching my wrists and holding on my rips. I’ve started to close the door to my other room at nights. It’s more peaceful this way. A disorientation stagnant in my body, not needing more distortion from a perfectly fine room. I look around all the books I have hanging on my wall, ensembled on shelves and most of them are unread anyway. The urge to not take anything with me and leave it all behind.