k n o t t y

I've been feeling...hmm...knotty inside.

It's not quite anxiety.
It's not quite sadness.

Maybe it's old shit, nonbiodegradablebaggage being stirred up—it's that time of the year, with Yom Kippur reflections and all. Old stuff moves closer to the surface. Some, I purge; some yet unnamed detritus remains.

There are bits and pieces of doubts, anxieties, remorse floating in the Pacific (see the :: instant gratification:: post, below), and my body still remembers the vestiges of these experiences even if I cast them out logically, unabashedly.



Side-effects of these days of atonement include:
• sudden need for attention/
• ∴ disappointment in friends who don't return messages/
• inspiration stirring inside without a clear direction (this is not necessarily a negative side-effect)/
• impatience/
• impatience/
• impatience/