July 23, 2006

I feel sultry.

Languid and disquieted.

Beaten into the shape of a life that I chose before I knew what the choice meant.

Respectability and responsibility have reined in my impetuousity. Not quite tamed. Not quite docile. A lion in a cage.

Something burns. Something smolders beneath the surface. Something gives heat to ordinary conversations and passion to a life that has become formulaic.