Abiding Terms of Excited Numbness
Blindly being vulnerable, now that’s hard.
Many people can’t handle crying every day…it’s like the weakness seeps in and people think you won’t progress at strength.
I’m talking melting candy and hardening wax, like the forgiveness of a stranger.
But I won’t take no for an answer, I push on.
It isn’t likely that I’ll stop, I’ll terminate whatever reasoning I seemed logical before, but I wearily will decide for or now how to move closer.
The emotions are giant waves crashing. The boat is already fixated on turmoil. I am stuck in the middle.