Jan 13, 2006 09:58
With nothing in its right place, everything scattered and disoriented, it feels less right this go round than it has before.
Often, when I'm overcome by strong emotion, I get an otherworldly sensation in my fingertips,
sort of a mixture of earthly heaviness and heavenly fluttering,
and sometimes I can't tell whether my urges are leading me
to burrow straight down into the core of the world,
or let my fingertips dart and fly higher even than my arms can reach.
maya