2001 HEARTBEATS
"there are fragments of possessions shards of past relations splintering my skin a fear so black and hollow it can suffocate creation and refuse to let you in" ~ Melissa Etheridge ~ oh yeah, walk the minefield again... who will walk the minefield with me (unconditional trust says I must walk yours with you... got one?... if not, I'd love to know how you avoided the war... maybe you're too young to understand, or just haven't been there yet... or just been way lucky and wise in your choices... or just been alone... but then, even alone you can build your own)... but I don't want to refuse you... et tu?... the first step is acknowledging it... the second step is walking through... the third step is clearing it... and sharing it if you dare is the last step before starting over... leaving behind what could have been, what should have been, what would have been... all that would refuse to let you in... or out... tell me all about your fears all about your doubt I really want to know you dear I want to help you out I'll take only what you will give and question your certainty in the end if you will live you will be helping me I don't mind your scars they make you who you are a virgin princess might be nice but short on good advice experience makes us worth more more meaning and depth to share so tell me all about your pain and see how much I care if you're ready to let it go I'm waiting right here if you're ready to start again I'm waiting right here and the folly of humanity may be believing in an illusion that repressed and restricts and inhibits the life experience to the point where we are walking dead shells following hypocrits and liars who are too afraid to feel and therein buy into and sell and force feed us the repression and inhibition... and we buy in because it's easier than fighting the mass of humanity that's already given up on living life for something promised after death... so what is the weakness?... giving into the reality of physical sensuality and desires and life with all it's dangers and pleasures and pains... or giving into the fears and giving up the life we could experience for the illusion of being good in some future utopia... yeah, go ahead and try to explain it to a child who hasn't bought into your fears... then condemn him not following you blindly into the darkness you call light and for for choosing life... or perhaps you are different like me J full circle again, but this time I remember the letting go is coming 
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