Existential Third Guessing



That feeling, when I do a gut check on myself and I find that I am okay and I explain it away with me having missed something, not having looked enough, and I do it again, and still nothing is wrong, and I get a sting of panic because what am I supposed to do with that freedom, that space inside, that blank canvas that I have never had before? And then I do it a third time because maybe I can find a familiar scab to pick at. That is what I am talking about.


Music pairing: Wrong by Depeche Mode