I’m ready to dive, no longer afraid of you. Let quality flutter in the search for the bottom. The heart. Sincerely placed, however, too melodramatic and sophomoric. Why is it so easy to critique but so difficult to build?
The fear of man and woman and its silent partner, pride.
“So if you’re smart, why can’t you do it?” the voice in my lungs and ears rings. Simultaneously running and standing firm–feeling guilty that I’m not giving enough to the people I love because I’m taking care of the people at work. Feeling guilty that I’m not taking care of the people at work because I’m taking care of the people I love.
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