April 30, 2020
The ball expands. Skin becomes taut. I'm led to believe it's okay. I'll be fine. What rises within says otherwise. Can the road become more confusing? Will the winding ever cease? Are we going around in a big circle, redressed each time to please our vapid fancies? It's expanding, getting bigger, wider. Shape is unusual. The clear headed expectations are, once again, redacted. The sum of needs can't be reduced to a fistfight in the backyard. It can't come to that. Not with all the work we put into it. Not fair. Should fists be the new guns, we'll lose.