like a grasshopper prayer.



my friend who said i was crabby wrote and i tried to explain, i said, my emotions are attenuated or strung thin and tight. i know you probably didn't mean insult, just that
it hurts to think that all ones thoughts and feelings and soul can be merely put in a bucket like crabs. that said i know i am crabby and the truth it hurts. it's shameful in our culture
to not be above all that. it shows weakness and failure to adapt to the prevailing credo 
of success at all cost. but maybe it is i who personalize. i don't know, i have to go with the feeling and the words try to keep up, and fall, and fall, and fall.