I thrive
on definite things.
facts
things that cannot change.
when one of those "facts"
are no longer true
I question myself
and go through a spiral
down, down
down the rabbit hole of depression
self loathing
anger
fear.
do i choose path one?
or two?
or just stay here
on my crumbling
sense of a
"foundation"?
Confusing times about sexuality bring me poems. odd.