I do not know how to love fearlessly,
just can't seem to make that work.
I was afraid to hold her close, scared that I might hurt her, bruise her…
But she turned out to be not quite fragile, so I became afraid to let her close, scared she would hurt me. But love is a key to a door and that made me realize that there was nothing scary about it. Opening that door was the best thing that ever happened and now I'm constantly looking over my shoulder waiting for her to slam it.
JE LEEST
Come what may
Poetryain't it wonderful how we hold on to life by simply finding something worth living for? and even stranger it is that it might be that in that very specific search for happiness that we end up finding something completely different...
