Seeking a quiet frame to get lost in.
Fear of Spiders
I didn’t understand, and because of that I couldn’t see you.
All I knew was the current of fear, a choice to be swept up in this lack of rationality.
Missing the complexity, my large body terrified of your small one,
your entire existence gone in one decisive moment.
How powerful I was. How afraid.
Emergent Agency
Wild emerges with no permission.. this recklessness makes the season. I can’t help but be in awe.
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“..to slip again over my faculties the viewless fetters of an uniform and too still existence..”
-Charlotte Brontë