Friday, August 7, 2009


As I got tired I felt the quiver on the skin covering my arm. When I was emancipated as fuck I tried to understand how my fingernails stayed in place and in doing so I found out what my issue is.

The issue holds itself in present tense. It finds its way forward. No return she said.

I ask questions still. Women are always the ones speaking to me.

I allow my insecurities to show themselves. I show them so they aren't insecurities any longer.

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