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?