There is a new realm of thought. I call it the queasy borderline. Where you aren't quite yet fantastically imagining things you shouldn't be, because later those imaginings will come bite you in the butt when they don't happen, but you want to imagine so badly. And little glimpses of potential, yet unlikely futures, sneak in, and are so tantalizing, but you must resist anyway?
Yes. I am in the queasy borderline today, and I do NOT like it. Rawr.
5 comments:
excellent coinage, my dear. know just what you mean.
and resisting is so hard. :/
oh those borderlines suck...but i try to keep thinking that maybe those futures are possible...maybe they will come true.
Hols - thanks. Occasionally something artistically good comes from my bad days :P
Erin - oh my, yes. Because the tingle in your stomach is terrifying and fantastic at the same time.
PAC - yes. yes indeed.
Thank you for putting a name to it! I know the feeling, and I as well hate it..
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