Silly

Feeling Silly. How is that so?

She didn’t see a need to package her words. Nor rethink her phrases.

How they would sound. How they make her seem.

She wasn’t aware that would make her seem silly.

Until something inside told her so.

Something inside. What could it be?

Ego, id, or the guarded mask of adulthood she forgot to wear?

Feeling Silly. How is that so?

When she chose. To be.

 

She is silly. With people she trusts enough. She doesn’t mind being silly.

Or does she?

 

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