Drowning

You are reading something from my archive. I probably no longer stand by it, but decided to keep it around because I found it interesting when I assembled it.

The first time I saw a photo of Yayoi Kusama I knew she had drowned.

I’ve always known I wanted to drown, but my issue is that I don’t know what in; whenever I wade into the waters, I don’t feel the relief I seek, but the depths clawing at me and I just know that this is not the lake to drown in. So I tiptoe to another, still wet, and try again.