by Sine Qua Non

It’s crippling, isn’t it? Knowing fully well what needs to be done and yet being unable to do it. Having imagined so intricately all the possible outcomes and the appropriate intended reactions for each. Even having a clue to the kind of surprise that you so cautiously prepare yourself for. And yet, so frighteningly still you sit, so helpless to a sorrow that claws through your chest, your mind baffled by the utmost surrender of your heart.

 

But what can we do, when what pumps us with life is probably what defines the essence of existing. To love and be loved, great joy and great pain. Everything we become wise for, everything that costs us common sense.

 

It is crippling isn’t it? And when you fall, oh sometimes there could be so much more warmth from the cold, hard floor.

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