Doubt

Ohhhhhh doubts.

My everyday feasts.

We playfully eat each other.

 

I don’t want to dominate ideas... I want to hang out with them as they do what they do.

Ideas are not facts.

Doubt is porous and open and present and honest.

Confidence and knowing doesn’t really give me anything.

 

Doubt is more about the moving of the gut.

I have two guts right now.

One is of self preservation, invisibility and the trained comfort of being nothing.

One is of beginning to share.

This is the smaller gut.