My uncertainty is a demon that I constantly struggle with. This demon is the worst, it does not allow me to live, to develop, to move forward
I am stuck in place in a thick mud, a mire. I can't utter a word, can't take a step. My slimy and cozy room-temperature cocoon covers me from head to toe
I dissolve in it, decompose, completely protected from decisions, from communication and fears, from real life
