   The push, stretch and yank to find that moment that made you want to begin it. Angst and gnashing and masticating on the bits of sharp and rocky points of this bowl of compromise and boundary and bloody truth when the 4th chakra can scarcely undulate. Jumping off to the softest embrace for certain at times, jumping off for certain at times to the free fall into the deep and inky well of crippling doubt of the essence of us. Begging the Arms of Morpheus to give blessed relief from peptide secretions from orbs than can leak no longer, we choose it again and again. I choose you. Again and again. |
