I am am ammmm shrinking. The ego the soul both together.
I don't see myself anywhere, in the mirror I saw this woman obviously old,
and not quite knowing what she is doing. Melting in this warmer weather like a streak of dissolving, awful cosmetics, leaving only a skid mark of unclean. undone. unfinished.

One step too small, two steps too far. An overdose of social life is no cure for the utter inwardness. To compensate for the feeling of non-existance I pray for Salvation. Epiphany. Transcendance. God.