To me, trying a new shade of nail paint is daredevilry.
Should I, zig-zag through free-spirited rides of discovery, as he does, with a casual disrespect for life’s certainties?
Or be fixed to my joys of constancy, clock-watching and sure-footed schedules?
He is easy with defining himself by his irregularities.
I intend to impel my distinctiveness by plunging headlong into writing.
Risking its frightful cliffs of fall, putting on view my vulnerabilities and disrupting my heart and soul to believe in my creation.
I will not have my life's script measured against his.