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duality
Life stands in doorways, with constant vertigo & a cold hoping to have the strength to walk through but love is bold, boring mishap happy or is probability of biology inconvient crapy, a neverending eliptical of dangerious fickle axious uncertianty, full of obsticles of insecurity & constan feeling of unworthy biz, but the only light I can find when life is unkind & tops turvy .there is (lt Does it get easier sweeter or more full of eager moments or does it turn to Soggy bitter a lonly sitting thinker where lonlyness makes u stronger or weaker?
