My constant.

My earlobe rubbing feeling of security.

The rug ripped out from under me.

The hole in my heart.

The rage in the cage.

Suddenly lost in the city.

Where am I going and how to I get back to what and who I am?


I wrote this sitting in my car, in the dark, waiting for work to open last Thursday morning.


About iwentcrazy

I am very, very, very average. And very, very, very lucky.

Posted on February 28, 2015, in Honey Bee, Rabbit Hole, Source, Universe and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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