Inside Out
There's a fine line between the inner and outer worlds that we make for ourselves, the outer world of the intellect and the inner world of the imagination. One is entirely safe and the other, well, it's not unsafe, let's just say, I feel less comfortable in it. And you? When was the last time you wrote verse in the sand? Or waited with bated-breath, trying to guess ahead what the skywriter would finally write? Or wrote a letter to your best friend in invisible ink made with lemon juice?... Sign in to see full entry.