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perfectly_chaotic
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Begin to turn up the dimmer switch and emerge from the darkness. At first you may only see the outline of some furniture. A little brighter and then, oh my, what pretty and distracting decorations on the wall. A little brighter still and you will start to observe the patterns on the furniture. Further still and you will see the ground and any dust that you may have left sitting around. At this point you will simply know what you need to do, but that sure does not make it feel easy.... Some of those dust bunnies look like boulders and I feel like Sisyphus.... Or maybe that feeling is just another speck of the dust. Am I coated in dust? Or is that really a boulder over there? I seem to be petrified as if I were looking into the eyes of Medusa. Better go drink some coffee and try to shake off this laziness and fear of reality again. Damn telling the truth is a frightening prospect. I can barely admit it to myself. It is even more difficult to imagine telling it to you to your face; the thought of embracing what might happen....
*shudders*
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