Thursday, September 26, 2013

The amoeba in me




..is carving a niche in everyman's (and everywoman's) land. In the jostle for space and recognition, is tippy-toed'ly yet with a bravado that only someone who has not dared be seen for who they are can have once in a while, like an amoeba venturing out its pseudopods before rolling into its next step well aware of its vulnerable position and yet also its need to move. For reasons of its own and also larger than its own. Because it is alive.