Previously Rethunk

dont remember where i started what i was trying to say to myself something to learn, that i had learned so could push on spiral out taking the time to look back on my own tragic kingdom of thoughts how do i fix this previous metaphor add to the poem a theme of advice for myself a note left behind for me to find to myself rethink it rework it a list of the best advice i would give myself familiar patterns sewn the weeds grow so i can see where im stuck it might take time for perfection but one by one i should rethink them think of it once more and leave the unthunk a place to uncover rethinking what i was thinking the emotional support to walk without my crutches to choke down the irony of life's bittersweet insanity learn to walk on my own again without liquid courage or a toxicant making me hallucinate hindsight 2020 getting the best of me the hunter a sitting duck