I tried trying. I quit quitting. I’m like an unhinged top grinding circles in the earth.
I broke ground on this monument and I looked inside and all I found was dead. An obelisk to my insecurities. The more I see, the more the ground breaks down.
What would I do if I were you? I would pin me down and tell me:
‘All these damn demons that you seem to think you’re gonna turn out to be are nothing more but the self-projections of the anxiety you no longer hide.’