I like writing "poetry," it is a nice way to come to grips with my feelings, and thoughts (I am not sure if these are actually different things, but for the sake of understanding I wanted to use both words).
My thinking lately has been so focused on the idea of vulnerability, and trying to open up.
We hold so tight to love - like children with balloons. That long concrete path stretches out before us, dry, cold - known.
love wants so badly to float - to adventure - to soar - of course such things must find the ground again, but what should we do if we do not seek beyond those clouds? The dizzying heights, valleys so low.
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