I wander.
I stumble.
I fall.
I panic.
I pander.
I ramble.
I stop...
Unsure of how to move forward.
Unsure if I should get up, or stay down to tend to my wounds.
I stay down.
Not because I decided to, but because I could not decide.
Frozen in my indecision, I begin again.
I panic.
I pander.
I ramble.
I…
I’m not sure what to do next.
I’m still frozen.
I guess if indecision is like ice,
Then I only need to wait it out, right?
I should be free by springtime…
.
.
.
I could have mended my wounds by now. I could have moved on already.
Indecision is not ice, it’s quicksand.
Waiting is not the answer,
For the longer I stick, the more stuck I become.
I’m moving now, but only further down.
HELP!
HELP!
.
.
.
…Slowly sinking, I begin again.
Panic. Pander. Ramble. Stop.
STOP!
I can’t keep repeating this process.
THIS is the definition of insanity,
And I've only made things worse.
So than, what should I do?
I don't know. That's why I’m in this mess.
Ok, maybe that isn’t the right question.
Let’s rethink this...
How about, “What can I do?”
That sounds like a better question.
So, what can I do?
Well, I can panic.
—Yea, we know that one.
I can pander.
—Yes, we’ve established that as well.
I can ramble.
—That you can.
I can sleep.
—Hey, sleep! That’s a new one. Is that really one of our options?
No, I was kidd…
—ZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz….