07_15_26

I wish I had my old confidence back. I wish I had my old words back. Back then, back in the backways, I was able to write about being two as though this wasn't a common experience, because it wasn't, it was new and scary. It was all scary. It was all uncertain. Today I stare at the mirror and I see a hypothetical hominid recreating every inaction I take, and I wonder what's going on through that mind, because here in this mind I can't see the half of it... it's all so confusing.