I think that thing tingling in my stomach keeping me from leaping for joy and
exploding in giggles and
getting 120% excited about life is the fact that I’m radically afraid.
It’s good and it’s bad.
It’s fueling me and yet
its keeping me.
I just want to run around even if it’s aimlessly and see where it takes me. I always seem to wind up somewhere beautiful and the adventure is a thrilling ride.. But right now I just wanna get there and be safe.
But when is there ever joy in being safe?