fractured road

As I head off down the road, my head splits in two. Nothing but fibers stretching and breaking apart. As I wonder which hemisphere of my squash I might be more comfortable in, seeds spill out and spawn pathways that fork off into other pathways. The rhizomes tempt me to question whether comfort is worth anything at all. Constant wandering mimics the framework better than any static container. But if I am everywhere at once like a bust open squash spiraling its flesh in every direction possible, then how can it be that I also feel like a singular purposed machine racing toward a vanishing point (as if it wasn’t of its own making but some actual physical vertex that the machine will eventually shrink into)?

6 thoughts on “fractured road”

  1. Very good. I am exactly there mentally too. The road behind is fractured, but the road ahead is clear, I promise you. Which is to say I promise myself. Because the road ahead, however hard I know it to be, is going to be cleared by keeping the knowledge of where I came from with me. Be who you are and become who you are meant to be. Thanks for writing your blog, I needed to read it today.

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