Frozen in Quicksand...

...is how i would describe it. There's a feeling of helplessness, not victimness, but the loss of one's intertia as you feel the dry bits, infinite in their simplicity and numerocity, closing in on you. Yet, the state of mind is cool, solid, opaque, like ice four feet thick in a frozen lake.

This is the state of my soul, it would seem. My heart got a jumpstart this year, as the mummified tape was unwrapped from the deepest wounds, deep in my core, which ironically in freedom corresponded to my mental bondage to the drudgery that is law school.

The juxtaposition is a perpetual theme, it seems, and appropriate. The soul and heart can be separate, though, and my soul seems to be on hiatus. I'm still trying to catch up to it, and when i do, that's how it feels.