Entangled

It’s hard to get out of my own way, tripped up by remnants of unaccomplished goals and misplaced to-do lists with no check marks I’m entangled by myself held tight from within, restrained, but also constrained by society and what I think it thinks of me for playing outside of the sand box. We are not independent.To speak from a place of manicured morality, to attempt to stand outside the mess of it all, to try to be sincere, is to be blind to our rapturous entanglement with the multiple.