The narrator may be unstable, however, the arc that this poem follows is actually very coherent. This is no villain monologue. There’s no justification and no blame shifting.
Just a field note from an individual with turbulence dependence
The narrator may be unstable, however, the arc that this poem follows is actually very coherent. This is no villain monologue. There’s no justification and no blame shifting.
Just a field note from an individual with turbulence dependence
The regulator that refuses sentimentality.
It is post-illusion post-fixation, and post-drama. Here, disillusionment is in the foreground rather than structure.
All will be kept in perpetual recalibration as this cosmic force stabilizes.
Patterns that habitually rearrange and reemerge without authorship. Sometimes it seemmore like force and coercion.
With a sense ok
Round and round we spin.
So yes.
If we spiral
We do it beautifully
On purpose
And we land on our feet.
This is not collapse.
It is a controlled rotation.
Why should I be scared to step out at night? I’m grown. I can handle myself. I got the shank and the taser. ☠️
Why should I stay trapped between these four walls, engulfing me like a prison?
I want to live and be free.