Places You Have To Go, II

There are places you have to go,
places inside yourself
you will be so comfortable within
that you will not know
how to extricate yourself.
There are places that will lift you
and then shatter you,
water over breakers,
turning you into nothing
but foam of yourself.

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About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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