type D

the right is the impulse to go to you. here is where I will know love.
the left is the impulse to flee or kill. here is where I will survive.
all my life I have been standing on the center of the treasure map. X marks the spot.

it seems like such a simple act.
uncross your arms.
stand straight with your arms at your sides.
reach them forward and invite the embrace.
swing them alongside you as you run.
uncross your arms.

uncross your arms and you will know what kind of animal you really are.
and you will understand the psychic origami, the big number, that was pulled on you.
you are not small at all; the labyrinth was designed large in order to reduce you.

do you know what color you are?
All those decades you painted yourself beige and natural and blush, only to discover you are blue.
true blue.
stand under the rain a while and let it come to you, slowly, like an epiphany.
hang your arms next to you and realize the dilemma.
you can't survive the love or the murder.
you were broken in order to bend into the box.

all you know to be true, is... and is not.
light can't live in the bottom of a well.