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.