Too Much Dancing
What causes me to be so irrational at times...?
In so many instances when my life appears somewhat stable, it seems as
though
I deliberately take flight without considering the consequences of my actions.
I trip.
I fall.
i regret.
Perhaps I should stop behaving like a kid, training myself to confront my fears
courageously rather than running from them.
I do realize though, in part, that my apprehension occurs because I fear rejection
from being bruised so many times; however, much chaos could have been
avoided had I learned to control my passions, not only sexual, but in the general
sense as well.
I "feel" everything too deeply and discover myself breaking down and crying for no
apparent reason.
Damn...my passion...raging...hot...forever present.
So, once again, i pick myself up and allow the black and blue to heal while
determining, quite adamantly, I might add, that I will no longer be a prisoner of
fear, for he proves too destructive.
After all, we can't dance all the time.
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