oftentimes, i write to vent
to work things out.
then am able to look @ the vent
to see its untruths
i start editing
i catch myself in victim language like “i am forced to” (um, by whom?)
language of struggle “i am up against” (mmhmm)
& language of ego “i”
Ari reminds me: you aren’t even a person
everything starts to feel like the waves at the top of the ocean
& down deep
is what matters
and is true.