Wednesday, September 7, 2011


Easy to hold
When I let go

Happy to remain
When I take. away. the chains.

Too many.

Losing what you want you can't hang on any longer
Letting go of the ones that don't matter
And striving for the ones that do

The affect is the transverse of the desire.

Focus on the prize
And lose the edge

Unlock the door
And let. it. go.

Not enough.

So many hands and eyes and voices offering their skin
What will she lose if she stays out of the cage?
What if she loses the best?

There always seems to be a sacrifice.

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