“I never know how to start things — poems, apologies, conversations, essays, explanations. It’s like I have all these words built up and I can see them stretching out on a highway in front of me but looking down at my feet, I can never figure out how to make that first step. I know how to run but not how to start moving. I feel like I owe miles and miles to so many people, marathons of explanations that are months too late, but I still feel like I’m waiting for someone to say “go”.”
— pigmenting
