I dwell
I suppose sometimes I go down further than I need to. It's just that it's so seldom that I'm here....this low. This sad. This doubtful. Shouldn't I know what it is while I'm visiting? Figure out what I'm doing here, so I don't come back? Maybe I'll want to come back. Right now, I'd like to get out. But not enough to do it. That makes it less wrong, I think. Everybody does that. Funny how a less wrong contributes to what's wrong with everything. Sign in to see full entry.