navel gazing

Always with one foot in the door, never passing through. But I swear to the moon and the stars, and to any other objective witnesses if such witnesses there are; that like the man stuck under a boulder alone in the woods or the mountains, oblivious to the sound of a tree falling or one hand clapping, I will gnaw off that foot if I must. Rip and tear at my very own flesh to escape this lonely ugly place. With one foot in the door and the other in my mouth, it's a wonder that I can walk or speak at all. Figuratively or not, no thing is so great as the great nothing that i am becoming. Creativity atrophied into laxative excuses. No more uses. I will grow, I will change. I will meet you on the other side.