

My Holding Place
I am being held...suspended...by an indescribable force. As I try to envision it, I picture a giant set of hands clamping down on my shoulders. Holding me in place. Protectively, but heavily. This feeling seems foreign and familiar, all at once. It has trailed behind me like a shadow these past couple of months and I haven't quite figured how to shake it off. Just like painting, writing has always been my therapy. I've always felt comfortable sitting in front of my laptop, t