There it goes again. The constant push and pull of wanting to be part of a community, but at the same time wanting to be far away from it. I will live to help and be there. But in order to do that, I have to be distant. And still, somehow, I want to keep in touch with everyone. Here is a poem I wrote a few years back. A Letter to the Mass It’s like we’re crabs in a barrel. If you truly want me to succeed, you need to let me go. You support me only when you know it will benefi

I’ll admit it. I don’t like reintroducing myself, or explaining why I’ve been away. This feels more like picking up a thought than starting over. I get lost in my mind at night. It swirls between different universes, casting melodies I catch myself swaying to instead of completing the tasks I told myself I would finish. I’m in constant motion, never really still, not even in my sleep. My mind keeps working even when I close my eyes and say, I’m done for the day. Lately, life