there is a fuming, frothing kind of fury inside me that's scaring the bits & pieces out of my more docile, geeky self. it is pleading with me to let it out, just this one year. it taunts me with memories of a better self, a stronger self, and enjoys the view as my internal walls of rationality and reason come down, brick by brick of logic breaking into oblivion. i feel empowered, i'm terrified, i need to break free, i have to run away, i need time, i need time to start moving, i need solid ground, i have to fly.
some deep breaths and a long, fascinated stare at a buried diary from days gone by.
it is riveting what a bout of nostalgia can do to some people.
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