The Curse and Blessing of Depth TW Abel/ 0 Comments the grit of it all streaming off and away puddling into the murkiness beneath my weight as I sit in a drawn out bath that feels more swampy than anything. it's the 23 years of angst, jealousy, vile words, and distorted intentions that were never consciously intentional to begin with 23 years of pushing away only to realize what I really wanted was to pull it all in 23 years of desiring something other than what's already here only to know that fishing is never really about the fish. it's the sadness that formed a dirty veil over my consciousness, the anxiety that left actual imprints on my brain forever something about chemicals and matter and holes that are imprinted after being sad for too long i'm not sure how it works so many things I can't understand. currently looking back at how my energy and demeanor have physiologically bothered some people I'm told I process things extremely fast (wicked fast was the verbiage used by the medical professional) and processing things quickly makes for a highly intelligent mind (her words, not mine) one that is able to evaluate many things, including deep emotions, regularly, with high intensity. many people's minds can not and will not do that. so we have a square peg and a round hole. to feel things so deeply is a blessing and a curse. image. About Post Author TW Abel A hummingbird and a snake You may also like Jack Kerouac’s List of 30 Beliefs for Prose and Life Holey DenimOut On The Sea, We'd Be ForgivenBad Coffee