We, or should I say I, at Rock Bottom

March 24, 2013 — Leave a comment

We hit rock bottom on a Sunday.

Or maybe I should say I hit rock bottom on a Sunday.

Blankets were pulled.

Light was exposed.

And anguish was expressed.

On a Sunday.

At the beginning of each week, eyes are just starting to open –

fussy; confused; self-absorbed and self-loathing; inferior; lost

sometimes failing to fully awaken until Tuesday.

Or.

Sometimes eyes will fail to fully awaken without prying or coaxing from outside sources.

But still.

This cycle of starting and reinventing, regularly.

It’s repetitious. It’s vile. It’s defeatist.

But it is breakable.

Everything’s breakable if you break it:

    Computers
    Phones
    Hearts
    Habits

At rock bottom, you have no choice but to break. Break the process of constantly trying to reinvent yourself. Break the process of trying to constantly reinvent your fragility. Break the process of constantly trying to reinvent time. And break the process of constantly trying to reinvent space.

At high doses, those processes are all detrimental.

At rock bottom you can’t go any lower. All of the things, covering you – you’ll have to break to be able to move upward.

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