where

can i escape to?

why

can't i escape? 

or swallow

some countless number

of sweet, sweet lozenges.

perhaps then

i shall be free.

maybe

if i hold my breath

long enough.

if

i commit (       )

and fail

i'll be no less

embarrassed

with myself.

i want to

i have to

i'm going to,

lest i be stopped

on the way home.

just now

i looked into my head

to see what i could see

to see all that i know

so as to find somewhere to go

but despite all that i've read

and all that appears to be

when i looked into my head

i discovered it was empty

thoreau up

at least

here i am

a regular, aspiring

kierkegaard

trying to do

it's something;

when heidegger

tells me

anxiety

is also a

necessary condition.

really, heidi?

then why do

i feel

the need

for a 

warm wash towl?

i'm a genius in the morning.