But now today, this, is my irritable time-when the words don’t work, and I’m not full of flowering phrases or beautiful odes to those I love, to the moments in time I’ve stopped for. I feel deconstructed, my metaphors are jumbled and distilled. I’m full, and yet at the same time, vastly empty. I feel my path leads upside a building, and I pause at the top, unsure I can make it over. That which I chase silently chides me for doubt, and waits patiently for me to find it within myself to heave my feathery body over the top. I stare ahead as she runs inside, the feel my legs leap to life to follow.
Leap? or Stay?
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Friday, May 7, 2010
But now today, this, is my irritable time-when the words don’t work, and I’m not full of flowering phrases or beautiful odes to those I love, to the moments in time I’ve stopped for. I feel deconstructed, my metaphors are jumbled and distilled. I’m full, and yet at the same time, vastly empty. I feel my path leads upside a building, and I pause at the top, unsure I can make it over. That which I chase silently chides me for doubt, and waits patiently for me to find it within myself to heave my feathery body over the top. I stare ahead as she runs inside, the feel my legs leap to life to follow.
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