Sigh. Not nice in Nice.

We live in a lifetime
that fears not dying from
illness or old age, but instead
from terror attacks.

A lifetime governed by fear.
What kind of life is that?

We live in a lifetime
that dying from the inevitable,
that dying from the formidable,
is a path we hope for.

A lifetime forced to fear.
What kind of life is that?

We live in a lifetime
that is continuously reminded of death
that stays shut up
that hobbies in fear
that losses dreams
that dreads.

What kind of life is that?
And seldom do we focus on what it is to live
And maybe it's beginning to look unavoidable?
Even still, sigh, I will continue to fight the fear.

Dreaming is important
in and out of the sheets;
inhale the sea
and bring it back to me.
Please, don't go,
but if you do,
breathe me in and
take me too.

though quite dramatic,
and quite active,
and quite loving.

Love is an action;
less a feeling,
less an idea,
less a word.

I read:
there are no stressful situations, only stressful responses.

My, I must be more responsive than I thought.

To d(liberate)ly love:
the kind I'm in the market for.

This time is for me, snipping away any of you.

I have a headache from dreams clawing to break free.