when we did what i couldn't, we took the carpet outside. first, to clean then, to weather our sleep. one and both, i watched what happened from that red spot.
reflections the space of reflections. it's really destructive in a way, what i'm doing, i don't move forward. it's happening, though, it needs to go down, just let go of the fear. choking for people, why . i think that people need to see that darkness, because it reflects them too. if you hold up a mirror to yourself, you're bound to capture other people as well. cos we're all the same. but that's another thing. to convince myself of. that what i'm doing is normal. this is where it gets destructive - guilt, worry, caught up, obsessive - more more more. it doesn't matter what other people think.
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reflections
the space of reflections.
it's really destructive in a way, what i'm doing, i don't move forward. it's happening, though, it needs to go down, just let go of the fear. choking for people, why . i think that people need to see that darkness, because it reflects them too. if you hold up a mirror to yourself, you're bound to capture other people as well. cos we're all the same. but that's another thing. to convince myself of. that what i'm doing is normal. this is where it gets destructive - guilt, worry, caught up, obsessive - more more more. it doesn't matter what other people think.
sewing carpet squares.
it becomes this thing you have to unknot.
if it works i can do it but if it's not then i need to figure out something else.
ha, thanks.
oops
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