No matter how hard I anticipatingly cringe, the shatter pierces just as deep.
Therein lies my question:
Live in fear of loss or love in life of presence?
Preparedness strips of freedom, impulsion weakens defenses.
I can never find happiness in a medium, only in a combination of their extreme:
Frozen ice cream melted on a hot fudge brownie.
Wearing a warm fuzzy blanket in front of a fan blowing cyclones.
Thinking while sleeping.
Living in fear prevents heartache,
as well as freedom.
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