I'm drained
And my chest is
filled with a
Squirming
Grief, the loss
Of something
I never had
It writhes
In my chest,
Foreign and
Unpleasant,
Slimy and heavy
And aching
An emptiness
Characterized
By a fullness.
An uncomfortable
Weight
In the absence
Of a comfortable
Space
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 11:16 PM UTC
The circle is a spiral
That is to say,
When things feel like they repeat
Like a circle,
Like a cycle,
Like a wagon tied to a post,
Carving its tracks into the dirt
That is not reality.
The truth is,
The circle is a spiral.
Things repeat,
But you are not the same.
You are descending down,
Winding down a great mountain.
Deeper into experience,
Deeper into life,
Spiraling into understanding.
Jan 31
Jan 31, 2026 at 3:16 PM UTC