I'm not sure what new vague notions of insight are about to transcend my fingers. Things, things are happening, things have happened! And I know there's something to say about everything else.
So I clicked for this blank page.
I clicked because I'm okay. I'm okay with doubt and fear and silence and mess and future and past and, hallelujah!, present.
Maybe it's the food in my stomach, the sweat on the court, or just the words in my head, but everything is alright. At least not wrong. Not yet? Okay!
And let me take a moment out of life to understand the tidal waves and roller coasters that are the demons I see but can't conceive; fuck 'em! Fuck 'em all! I'll move on unprogressed. Frustrated and lonely, but okay for now.
I get these moments, and just like on other days, I wouldn't give it all away, no not for a moment. And it couldn't matter why.
