Archive for June, 2011

There are places I hate to be. Alone at night, lost in the woods, a dark parking lot, the space between what is and is not, what I know and what I don’t, what was said and what wasn’t. I hate the in between, the gray of mental uneasiness, of distrust in my instincts. The space where there are words I heard and words I said that made no sense because they were not words at all, they were ideas, and feelings, and tensions, they were indicators of my uncertainty, my confusion, my frustration. I hate that place where I am mostly frustrated with myself for those words, for those thoughts, for the lack of. The space between what is understood, and is not, is nothing less than space, a space I run from, cower away and hide, to face the uncertainty of uncertainty is a space I am uncertain of.