Dangerous, stressful, glittering, burning

On fire.

There is so much going on that I never talk about.  There is so much going on inside me that I never express.  I feel it all and never say it out loud.  Not that I'd say any of these things - if and when I got a wild hair to say them - on my blog.  I'm just talking about the not-talking, here.  Maybe that's why I want to write a novel someday - I can write it all down and attribute it to fictional characters.

My friend Erin started a blog called That Makes One Of Us.  I'm feeling it.  She's writing poetry:

...I

see you in imagination

where

my heart's a box of red crayons

where blue ghosts come to draw

and

my heart's a bumper sticker

that says

if you can read this, you're too close

and I

laugh.

Few things move me like a really good poem does.

I'm feeling love from my friends who play around with me and put up with me.  And I'm feeling Sarah's photography.

I'm feeling curious. 
I'm feeling inspired. 
I'm feeling sideways.

What's the worst that could happen?