Sunday, November 11, 2018

the inside-outness of it all

this is a joy i am unequipped to handle.

but such a joy!
my legs go weak with it. 

 

how do i, myself, find my self in the face of the terror of this joy?

3 comments:

The Lost Prince said...

Sometimes, little Anise, we face terrifying joy with the freedom it intends to grant. (I hope that makes sense despite the somewhat nonsensical chronology.)

Liber Avem said...

have we missed each other?
i returned to blogspot to find three lovely comments from you in 2017.
it's 2019 now.
where are you?

flyfreeskygirl said...

I found your comment on a different blog; I was commenting from my other account, which is what led to the confusion. I was referring to your comments on this blog, lovely: https://flyfreeskygirl.blogspot.com/