The human spirit is a dull instrument and often we're no better at figuring out how to take care of ourselves than the lowest worm in the ground

~"Timbaktu" by Paul Auster~

Sometimes you just feel that you are better off alone.
Incompetent to take care of anyone else.
Afraid to love and afraid to fall.
Like how you push the thoughts of love into the depths of your mind.
And start to feel less with your heart.
That is where you fail.
In even taking the first step to being responsible of someone.
When you can't even take good care of yourself.

The reason why so many people run away from matters of the heart.
Is purely because the complexities of emotions is too much to take.
Often the lingering question of who will hurt.
And an answer that is unfounded and irrelevant.
For even before the question was made.
The answer was already certain.
Choosing to run away than to cut a wound.
Hiding instead of leaving one so deeply scarred that hurt is no longer an option.
But a wretched reality.
You can run.
But you cannot hide forever.

Sometimes it appears that unconditional love is all a facade.
A love that only seems possible between a mother and child.
Non-judgemental and free of jealousy.
Just a pure love that exists within a soul dwelling in two bodies.

Are you in love?

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3:51 AM