an exercise in purging:
i do not trust myself.*
i do not trust my body.
i do not trust my mind.
i do not trust my heart. my heart. my heart.
i do not trust men. even the most trustworthy of all i have known was subject to inquisitions he never warranted {though i bless him and his confidence in putting up with my fears he didn't help create but had to suffer the consequences of, daily}.
i do not trust money.
i do not trust my art.
i do not trust my instincts.
i do not trust my life.
i do not trust my acting skills.
i do not trust my dreams.
i do not trust my self.
i do not trust my life.
i do not trust my self.
i do not trust my fate.
i do not trust my self.
i do not trust my self.
i do not trust my self.
i do not trust god.
*i should specify that i do in fact have trust for all these things, and in some cases a generous bounty, but i also harbor a nagging lack of trust for the exact same things. ah, the complexities and paradoxes of the human brain.
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