Now you have a handle on it.
Some feelings bump into you, say excuse me and move on.
Just a phase.
Others, attach themselves to the deepest parts of your spirit.
Like a fatal disease.
There’s little to no guarantee on which feelings live and which disintegrate.
Therein lies the question: Are they truly worthy of your candid affection?
And is the fight to obtain them, significant?
Can I have a handle on your thoughts?
Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 3:55 PM UTC
Now you have a handle on it.
Some feelings bump into you, say excuse me and move on.
Just a phase.
Others, attach themselves to the deepest parts of your spirit.
Like a fatal disease.
There’s little to no guarantee on which feelings live and which disintegrate.
Therein lies the question: Are they truly worthy of your candid affection?
And is the fight to obtain them, significant?
Can I have a handle on your thoughts?
