Friday, October 12, 2007
My OCD manifests itself as religion.
Every step I make is calculated. I cannot let go of decision or indecision.
As a child, I tried to round off infinity.
Today, I see everything as karmic decisions that are tied into webs, connecting all things.
At night, as a child, I drew numbers with my feet.
I only did things in even numbers.
My dad might have it. He jingle jangles the door when he closes the house for the night. I used to count it when I was a kid, loose door handle making sound in the dark night.
I want a life free of numbers and strings and sequences. I want a life that is not predestined.
They say that just a little handful will cure me, make me see things in the right light. And I worry, will this handful kill my visions? Do I want them? Yes. I want creativity.
Is creativity at the expense of sanity? I always wonder.
Today, my OCD comes out in shakes. In bursts of sentences.
I try and hide it.
Photo - S
Words - S
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