i can't seem to dig deep lately. Everything is surface. A dream, a snatch of memory, a brief fleeting glance. i don't know why. Everything hurts worse lately. Probably just because i'm edgy lately. i'm sure i'll settle. But in the meantime i can't seem to write. And, i'm missing the outlet. i feel like a pressure cooker that isn't having its steam let off. i'll work on it.
