The core of my being is trapped within a glass box. I can look outward and see your average person walk by, with clear heads and self assurance. I can’t breathe in here. I see what I want to do out there, scattered and faint, but I can’t hold onto my dreams as my fingers slip and slide against the surface of the glass. I’m trapped by what I can’t do right now.
Here, I hope to tell you my plots and ideas, what’s helping and what’s not, as I work to free myself from this glass box.