An empty bench with 2 people on it (Unstick, Unwind, Untangle)
A distant voice
Far from beyond.

Imagine you stand at the top of a great mountain
It isn’t fear, but vastness of nature that stands before you

Nothing is wrong with you.
You cannot fear a future you have never imagined

Into it you shall grow
you shall grow
You shall grow
and you shall find yourself in your own wings

And move upwards
A few feet at a time

Unstick me.
Unwind me.
Untangle me.

A distant Voice
Far from beyond
Nothing is wrong
With you
I shall grow on
A few feet at a time

Put the lid back where it came from. Where it belongs.
Where do you put the top when you’re not using it?
Does it disappear?
Is it lost?

You shall be tended to by a merciful gardener
Skeptically, you accept this punishment
For you do not know that you shall bear your own fruit
You stand at the very bottom of this mountain.

It’s whatever my perceived sense of judgement reveals
Whatever that unlocks

I’ve just gotten really good at not being in that space

Whenever you return to that space it feels like it’s all untwisting
Like that’s what’s right,
and everything else you’ve been feeling,
some sort of happiness of validation or whatever purpose it is… (inaudible)

I know it’s not true it just feels like it

I wish you didn’t have to be here for it
I wish that
It simply wasn’t a thing for me
And. (Hah)

When I step out of this room
I’m just going to be woefully embarrassed
and feel I just wasted a ton of time
(Inaudible)

If I did it
I’m really sorry

I leave chocolate all over my face
The number has nothing to do with the size
Just that it’s come after 5,627 others


Then write all of this shit down
Attempt to move myself out of the hole

Or at least a few feet upwards

So I did it for you