Stuck (pt1)
Feeling stuck and being claustrophobic. Bones need to breathe. A deep breath, like taking a step towards something big. But stuck needs to stop. It won't stop. Where is the small, square stop button for you to press yourself into? Nowhere to be seen. Instead, in its place, spiraling surfaces, twisting boundaries, the usual smoke and mirrors - It gives you motion sickness. Sickness of emotions; a desperation. When they're here, you want them gone. When they go... When they go, things feel - no are. Things are off. Off balance, overwhelming, there is no goldilocks zone.
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