[About meeting Tim for the first time at his office. A poem about adrenaline induced tunnel vision, which lead to a multi-day panic attack. Meant to be read side by side with Six Minutes Over].
I wanted more time
In emptiness search for next
Not ready to move
Hold the tears at bay
Wet eyes is not crying
In Escape but no escape
Old habit. Just sit in the truck
Pain. Onward. Destination
Why is grace hard to notice & accept?
The watches are the dead collection of adulthood. Acquired the next touchpoint
Doing my best to do the next
It really hurts
Different route placebo?
Fill the space to staunch being stuck
Something needed
Proof that I’m stuck.
I didn’t know that was going to happen; just appeared; no plan
Am I stuck in place because it hurts?
Why does it take so long to do the next step?
Hold the tears at bay
Why so frozen? Can’t leave.
Farseer Trilogy is on my mind
“Talk soon”
Getting what you want can stop depression. For a moment
Firm deadline slipped. Didn’t mean to
It’s not enough time
I don’t understand. What am I afraid of?
What am I afraid of?
Trouble reconciling two worlds. Not about “normal human”
Why and what exactly happened?
Desperately want presentation mastery
High expectations
Why these pieces?
Why is this important?
Cabinet-sofa distance not wide. Deception
Backup plan not needed
Ferried to corridor of waiting
It’s not enough time
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