Love is in itself a dangerous game. Yet, like a child with fire, I am drowning in its impeccable flame. Life, also dangerous, when one considers that we are ourselves absolutely insane. Emotion, a trifling battle, is the coal to my fire; the frictions, which pull at my heartstrings, enrapture me. The warning signs are clear and yet I leap off the cliff of uncertainty. Life is waiting for me along the way; this being inside me rejects capture as I lie in this box of fragrant opinions. Call off your expectations, silence your whispers…I am merely a being in a cage. But when released…deranged.
1.24.2010
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