Choices: living on the edge

We sink so deeply into the human being that it seems we can no longer find our way to the shore or anything that will help us stay afloat. We have no choice but to swim, not to drown, not to die. But isn't that a choice? To fight and swim on, so that the shore person still remains a reliable and saving chance for you or... to stop and drown. There are two choices! Always just a couple... What happens more often?

You're coming. Heart out of your chest,
Into the darkness, hastily pulling on my coat.
My heart feels: you're the only one for me.
It's either you or no one ever again.
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You're coming. Heart out in the cold
To embrace and endure the current of kisses
Tapping/shouting your simple question:
Why are you so sweet and so cruel?
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My heart will do somersaults in my chest,
Will be beaten by a frightened moth:
You're the only one who can tame it, or you already have.
never
No one.

© Tonya Kuzmich

More often there is the wreck of an abandoned ship, less often a random boat and almost never a lifeboat. Once ashore, those who have struggled and dreamed, at times forget and give up their wishes and dreams. Why? Maybe the reality of that desire is questionable after all, not so strong and necessary? For a tick, formally, to be... I will not refuse my words that there is always better, but! To know the best you can only by trying... Though there is a great chance to stay with not the best on your hands, missing that extreme best option. That's true of everything. Except that life is more complicated because these both sides are too alive and don't have clear characteristics. 😁 God with it all... only one thing is true - drowning is incredibly satisfying. It's a fairy tale!

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