and though no one's to blame/it's a crime and a shame

[fahye]

I need...

a way to take the way my body moves and make it into prose.

There are really only two ways I know to express myself and right now I need to share the tight billowing feeling of scarlet material in my chest, but you can't show a dance to the world.

My media are tangled. I can't extricate either for long enough to set the feeling down, and it hurts.

Comments

[kcdl.livejournal.com]

sounds like you need a root...god don't we all :)

[kcdl.livejournal.com]

Oh, incidently i don't mean to trivialise your feelings. Inability to express yourself is a pain I know all too. well at the moment. But we could all use a root...

[fahye.livejournal.com]

*rolls eyes*

Oh, Ken, how profound you are.

On a side note, delusions of grandeur are the new self-loathing is a bloody funny phrase. I may steal it some time.

[kcdl.livejournal.com]

*Blushes* I don’t know what possessed me to write that comment. I blame teaching high school science for putting me in a weird state of mind. Okay, so I’m always in weird state of mind but, but...oh, never mind.

Thanks for your compliment. I didn’t think I’d get much of positive response for that article since I was in such a shit mood when I wrote it. Teaching is very stressful; I’m seriously reconsidering the whole thing. I should say though that when it is good it is very good but bloody hell I hate having to discipline people....it makes me feel old.

Your rock, as always.

Have a good one Freya,

Kenny