I came out of Philebus class today in the oddest state of mind.
Arms limp--they still feel so weak. Lump in my throat. I could feel--not tears, but the tightness of emotion that accompanies tears, in my eyes. A soft, vulnerable feeling, but also a fierceness.
I came out, tried to leave, but found myself upstairs at Stern's office. My voice was so soft, so tentative...
I think I may actually have gotten past...something. The same place these conversations end up, always. in every class.
I might--I feel...good. This is what I want to do with my life.
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Is this what you were talking about the other day?
ReplyDelete--Late reaction to the existence of your blog is late. <3 Will be keeping up with this now that I realize it's here.