Fumbles. Depth below. The sea above. Contour loose and paradoxical. All. Is a blessed mess about. Nothing to grab. Nothing to hold. So I fall. And it sounds. Violin- music? Clowns laughing. The woman from the supermarket. Looking at me with disgust. The man on the bus, this time he spits on me. Them. They deceive me. Spreads their truths. Their possibilities. Inside of me. I have no protection. No skin at all. They bore their claws into my consciousness. The little afraid vibrant rabbit heart. Soon it’s over I hush. Please let them take me. Please let there be dark. For once.
I hope. Then I would have been the happiest girl in the world. /Soren Kierkegaard, Enten Eller