0850 — at some point I stopped being purely me and became someone I thought more acceptable to society. I picked up an attitude here, an affect there, a shield, a weapon… a patchwork of energy fields obscuring, creating, destroying…

The most “me” threaded within & without the whole fucking thing.

My midlife trick is to turn it inside out and see what’s left.
Pull the silver thread, extricate from masked and fraying burlap.

Scraping.

You’re a new universe to weave.