Berth

This concept that I have now found a place to stabilize and have reached a time when I may prosper is foreign to me.

I’ve sought it out, worked hard to obtain it, fought negative circumstances for it, and railed while shaking my fist at Heaven for the right of it – but it always seemed denied to me.

Lack of it has caused a kind of disassociation from my needs – as if to need anything is paltry frippery, with goals unobtainable in reality.

I mean, this is Purgatory, isn’t it? At least, that’s were I have been living, consigned to “no man’s land” (pun intended).

It’s very hard to not develop angst – and even harder to get that chip off one’s shoulder once it has set and calcified.

“What hump?” (Igor from Young Frankenstein.)