…and other lies.
I tend to tell these to myself while waiting something unfamiliar to happen and trying to devise a way to avoid that as it might be appalling and anyhow loosing the total control is that, frightening I mean. Deducing those apparently reasonable truths I rationalize how hope to survive is vain and nevertheless surviving doesn’t mean more than settling for the least minimum and shallow breathing but still in constant concern.
Really the nearer I let some one the lighter it goes: burning and illuminating. The dearer some one is the braver I grow in cherishing that connection.
And
yes, I know that I sway like a Christmas decoration and amuse most of my friends and loved one.
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