The thing with love is, it really needs to be dished up with a heaping spoonful of freedom. There needs to be space to breathe. Coercion will only end in abuse, in violence, leaving both in pieces. Love does not survive in airtight spaces.
A freedomless love is smothering, selfish and perhaps impossible to maintain.
(Perhaps there needs to be a cathartic letting go of something first or more empathy. Isn't the answer always, always, more empathy?)
(Also, love cannot live if there is only imitation. With imitation, there is limitation, stagnancy and boredom.)
I'm a survivor. I'm gonna make it.
Smotherer, don't pile on your airless love on me until you know how to properly give me freedom.
Bring it on March, I'm ready for you.
It haunts me.
I can do it if I can just rid myself of The Fear, but this giant thing just eats at me, gnaws at me. This thing so ingrained in me, I can't consciously separate it from my instincts. I can't seem to relax or let myself get past it. Can I do this?
On said, 'Looking forward to the day you can get past your fear.'
Can I do it?
This is what I hope to practice.