I am scared these days. Very very scared. Life teeters at the edge of a metaphorical lifetime. I have learned of times, and cultures that are born a new first following destruction, corruption, and discourse.



My neuroticism rages, like kerosene on a flame.



How can I come on the other side?

Am I doing enough?

What is enough?

Is there room for everyone?



The call for me to make something larger than myself is shaking the very ground I stand on daily. I am here, I am present as my life and the people in it crumble like dominoes much like the life around us.



I am on the precipice of cracking my current reality like a pick to stone. A sculpture is being built, one of honesty, and resiliency; and yet



I don’t know if I can muster what’s needed to not give in.



To my doubts… I kindly say “fuck you.” Please don’t retaliate.