HERE

Strange Obsession for the Stranger.

It was never really at naught. Deviations were never fractions of the scale but rather the entire scale. The line is getting longer and I am floating further.

I am a foetus basking in liquid joy. My umbilical cord lengthens. I swim. 

I explore my boundless womb. The more I do, the further I drift. The farther I am from naught on my reality scale. 

Within my sheer shell, I would never have to entertain the thought of returning to where I came from. Everywhere. Everywhere is where I belong. I am made up of particles, loosely strung to each other. 

Never will my sheer shell burst. Never will I have to worry about GMT and EST. 

Pixels, buttons and signals. 

Yes, yes, yes. 

Minimal

I used to worship my own belief. I did the least amount of work possible to get me through to the next step in life. Switching every sentence containing “lazy” with “efficient”. 

Finally I untangled my ball of yarn that I was fiddling with for the past 21 years of my life. I’d twist all of it around a tube in a strict, concise motion now. Maybe this would be how I send the endless doubts of mediocracy and self-denial down the red velvet carpet. 

Over the years, I’ve picked up a thousand pair of lips. They are all mouthing “do more” to me almost all the time. Under-performers ignore. I convinced my folks who once felt compelled to drag me out of the well I dug for myself with the end results. 

I want to stop digging myself deeper. 

As of the next period, I will be on my way.