I’m there now, in the corner, at the brink of the threshold, unable to move any more forward–there is no forward, just this defensive posture!
So bored, so disappointed. So wondering why we’re here rotting. I didn’t know a soul could rot, but it’s rotting.
My iPad sits shrink-wrapped in its original packaging, untouched, unseen, unknown to my oxygen.
Every forward thought is labored. Every hour spent earning questioned.
May this is the end of the road for this stage. Because surely I can go no farther. It’s simply impossible. I’m backed into a corner and the only way out is to fight until I tear down the forces trapping me here.