freshman year - old art - academic reflection

four years.
four years of dickensian contrariety.
four intense years of selving and unselving and reselving.
of phoenixing out of the dust and ash over and over again.
every day an inferno of living, existing between the colliding bodies of titanic torment and exquisite ecstasy.
a child born of paradox.
i want to go back.
i never want to go back.
i want
i want
i want

i am.