Fixing stuff, myself included…
Nowhere to go
No amount of wailing, or ranting and raving will change the nature of my current circumstance. The next time I make a reference to my lover, someone should give me a good shaking and ask me if I’m really ready to handle the emotional trauma/drama of life in the love lane. The exit ramp is like walking into a wind tunnel with a high chill factor figured in. Traveling at the speed of light can lead to breathlessness, or it can leave one gasping for air.
So which is it?
Gasping for air as I break through the surface of the water. I came up way too fast, and I’ve got the bends as in gone round the bend. No amount of decompression can stop the tiny bubbles of desire from roaming randomly throughout my body.
“Fear is that little darkroom where negatives are developed.”
–Michael Pritchard
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