5/14/2016 in The Thing

So. I tried to stay away.
And, for what it’s worth, I could have kept myself gone. There is no driving /thing/ to bring me back. No trigger. No change.
Well.
That’s probably more of it than I’d care to acknowledge.
No
Change.
For a few months now, I’ve identified the problem(s). But that, in of itself, isn’t a thing. I have known all that. Been all that.
The change is understanding
that
there might not be any exit strategy anymore.
there might not be a way out.
there might not be an egress.
This might be it.
or that
down
here
there
might be
it
I mean, there was always you. And usually me. But it’s also her and him and her and them and

The problem is that I went and made an impression.
And even when it’s done
and done
done.
I don’t know if I’ll be gone.

Last updated May 14, 2016