No time for talking and yet I'm BURSTING with thoughts. And so I am going to write randomly for just a few minutes 'bout...i dunno, some inner-bursting. Bursting, bursting, bursting. I think I got that word out of my system for the week. ;)
She tugged her loose curl into a ringlet nervously while she waited at the door.
Patience is a virtue.
Virtue is "Moral excellence and righteousness"
Glory-glory
Now open the f-ing door!
And then light will spill in.
And music will play.
And she'll spin faster, faster, faster, faster, faster, faster, faster.
Until she falls into the light.
And is warmed.
And giddy.
And dizzy.
And still.
Still at the door waiting.
Hoping
Planning.
Expecting*
Knowing that she doesn't know
And feeling her logical-side accept that not knowing is okay
And flinching with the unacceptance of the emotions.
Tugging, twisting the loose hair...
*Expecting has been a dirty word in my vocabulary for the past two days and I gotta write about that soon.
2:46:54 PM 
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