I can hardly stand it now, anticipation. What is coming? I've got so many things on my proverbial plate, but it's not a matter of choice, it's consequence. Whatever I do, something will ultimately follow. If I tell you yes, what does that mean for me? I leave it up to you, it's your call, ball's in your court. If I accept this offer, I have no control over the situation anymore. I don't even want the situation, why should I have to be a deciding factor in the way it sways? What if I just keep writing all of these thoughts down until my mind is empty and there is nothing left to say? Will I keep thinking? Will I cease to exist in this alternate reality I've so willingly created for myself?
I think this year... it's in the bag. I've got it by the horns. It also seems that whenever I feel that, I end up running in circles and hitting the wall when it's all said and done. I don't want this to end, I'd rather not tie it off and call it a day. If only these 24 hours would multiply themselves and give me enough room to dance and air to breathe and space to fly. Contentedness with the current situation is perfect, loving where I'm at in life right now is just that. This next sentence just won't let my fingers spit it out. I know exactly what I want to say but I don't want anybody to read it. Let's just say that it's the unknowing that keeps me apprehensive, on my toes, but also at my very best. So thanks for that.
Where will I learn to swim if I don't just dive?
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