The challenge of having options,
brings on the perceived threat of infinite possibility.
Stagnant stresses keep us from the slightest access of tranquility,

It's intoxicating,
Too much to think tonight
So I let the ideas fly free,
Out the window, into forever, taking flight.

Bad flashes of dialogue that crushed the inner temple like an imploding synagogue.  Broke through the mask hiding the mosque.  Destroying that, which left me hardened only to find myself in my zen garden.

I've always been troubled, with matters of love.  Intense connect, and then dis
Blamed myself enough to think myself to be one to add impurities to the bliss.  
I love "too" hard, "too" strong
Soon find myself wondering what went "wrong".  
I love.  
I can't help but love, and fall with no thoughts of getting up.
Then I thought maybe I am to stick in lives only long enough,
To give all of me fill their cups.
I do, but, get stuck.
I love,
but I choose to let live.
Freedom, is sometimes the best gift to give
We're here to fly, and I want you to soar wherever, whenever.
Glad you stopped by and could share a love so tender.
Love often gets mixed up, 2 hearts in a blender

Holding each other up, temporarily, like suspenders.
Eventually letting go, against what the product was made for.

I became okay, after learning about myself tonight.  No longer did I feel so foolish, ashamed, and hurt for being one to fall with everything.  
I saw a quote that produced an internal ring

"Recognize that the other person is you."

We are all walking reflections, and it's never felt any more true