I write about the inward crawling between my legs that burrows and only takes from me. When the crawling rests in an outward motion, the core is relaxed, usually also because the spine sits straight. Inward crawling only eats away after a failure to light one’s fire. Desire to feel that lust and hunger for mindless, blood-eyed, release, fueled by pleasure

I was lost in immersion, but couldn’t find the hole to live in. I was swimming, searching, re-counting the motions like I was clawing at the air — this is the very poison to experiencing true immersion.