Wild and Uncertain

Leah Scott-Kirby
Apr 19, 2020
1 min read

Wild and uncertain moments are what I strive for.

Falling hopelessly, endlessly, in love with people and places and books. With fondness and fervor and a touch of insanity. Words well up inside of me they clamor up and out through me in heavy sighs and rolled back eyes. Wondering why it is I live this way consistent shuffling of feet passing by with familiar eyes and robust smiles.

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