Oh, this is just great. Love. And Star Trek.
And the holy grail. The Holy Grail. At two
on a Friday morning. Watching the stars
explode on a big television set at the foot
of my bed. By myself. Feeling incredibly
alone. But hopeful. I think? Sometimes
it’s much harder than it should be just to
put one foot in front of the other. When
is moving in any direction the answer?
Perhaps often. But to stay in one spot?
I’d rather risk quicksand. Or the wrong
direction. Of so many erroneous ways.
I reject the error of my ways. No. I
reject feeling stunted in any way. In
any way whatsoever.
