Exhale

so you think you have her all figured out.Inside out. Label her facets, label her. She thinks she knows it all doesn't she ? Vain in her self obssessiveness, inscure in her craziness, just plain stupid in her assumptions. You trace her reasons and judge her actions, give her sensibilities a name and trivialise her passions. You poke, prod and push till she gives up and is lost to nothing in particular. You think you can see through her and in your haste you see past her. Past the intensity of her metallic being. For her its never about maybe's but about absolutes. She is bored with caution,bored with fantasy, bored with red and the reality of it all.

you are afraid of failure, of being unable to light up her eyes and her seamless skies, you used to do it just by breathing. You give up before you start out. Hold your breath, dance a little, bring her to the surface - don't fail her miserably beacause your common sense comes in the way, in the way of being not-cautious. Not-cautious is not the same as being careless, it is not the objective, its allowance as an attribute of self-conduct is irrelevant. You steal the stars from her smile in this buisness called caution, the texture from her starry night, the hues in her sunsets and the life from her being. She stands in your way so you go through not past and tastes the salty solid lifelessness you leave her with. She returns to you and as a result is an agent of the depletion of her dreams. Stop breathing. The next time you do it, do it for an absolute, not a maybe.