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There’s just no way to know. There’s no way to know if what I’m doing is right. There’s no way to know if it’s effective.
I know I feel better when I vomit things out on a page. I know I feel better knowing that people read it. I know I feel better laying my karma bare and looking at it without shame. I don’t know if it will go anywhere.
I don’t know how to put this into words. I don’t know if I’m just spinning my wheels. I don’t know if I’ll ever surmount this mountain.
I’m mixing metaphors. I have no choice. I’m aching to know. I’m groping to understand. I want meaning.
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