- connections. boundaries.
did i imagine the one? did i overstep the other?
but what's done is done, it can't be erased, and now i'm struggling to not regret using my voice when moved to do so. to be proud of the risk. to allow that to be its own reward.
though in truth, i'm staked out between belief and doubt and lost with the uncertainty of it.
(and it doesn't help that there is a portion of myself standing aside from the rest and laughing at the foolish, foolish, utterly ridiculous girl.)
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All opinions are valid.
As I patrol around these blogs I notice how similar we all are to each other.
Your current post reads the same as many others.
We are all confused and question our own sanity sometimes.
Perhaps that's why we all converge together, birds of a feather and all that.
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