Sandy Skoglund

Revenge of the goldfish

I move my hands, slowly.

I feel the toes of my feet opening up, my ankles stretching. Weak knees are ready to support my weight. My shoulders answer the call.

I can swim, slowly, through tired walls, through doors, opening windows.

As from the water of a bowl, poured into the sea, I leave my golden solitude.

Habits, my constant asking and depending on you.

I'll finally let you sleep in a bed all for yourself.

To learn to live.

#confused #insecure #addicted