you were the saddest song in the shape of a woman; i thought you were beautiful but i wept with your movements.
And so, here it is. We're coming to it now. The place where I can no longer bear to be where I am, perched on the edge of this underwhelming summit. The same place where I don't dare take another step.
I think they call it paralysis. And here's the fact that I should find empowering but actually find horrible depressing: it's nobody's fault but my own.
I'm just trying to be a person. But I have found that it's hard work. We cannot remain true to ourselves by merely existing. We must contend, we must be willing to go to battle for who we want to be.