body of leaves
Today finds me distracted. Thoughts about parts of myself that are deep and dark, barely touched or known. Prepared to start shining the light on these parts, and scared. In and out of this fear of changing. I was so comfortable for so long. That "comfortable" girl is familiar. Now inching toward an edge, not breathing deep enough or seeing wide enough. Regretting the idea of losing that comfort but knowing it's already over. The inside feels to big for the outside again. The inside feels too big for the outside. All thoughts dart desperately toward release, release, release.