what if we weren't so inhibited by fears and anxieties of all sorts...ranging from rejection to appearing too much of something, or anything, putting yourself too much out there, being so vulnerable that you can hear a pin needle falling and hit the ground like a piano crashing, an anxiety that somehow wiggles into the crazy space inbetween your thoughts, worming through the silver lining or what's left of it and feeding on it until it's dried up, and you can't say what you really feel without the ringworm of the possibilities of what the person may think digests your intention before it's carried out...if we weren't, then we'd be truly, undoubtedly honest with ourselves and especially...especially with others, and god forbid we'd have geniune pure-as-refined-gold relationships that were so real that there would never be enough room for lukewarm emotions, actions, thoughts, and never enough time for seconding guessing every little minute detail that inevitably will shape and mold our discretion and the definition of what love looks like...and just...be.
i'll take a step back and wonder how i ended up in this tangled mess. i'll take a step back further and realize it spells out understanding. and then i look at you in the eye and we say at the same time: i do.
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