In control. Out of control. Sometimes they're the same thing. The trick is knowing that, realizing it's okay to feel out of control once in a while, as long as you're sure you can regain the upper hand when you absolutely need to.

Red and raw like my brain, unable to shut down, thoughts crashing like electrons orbiting a nucleus of deuling emotions.

Grandma once told me it's easy to overthink love, to dissect it and question it until it is no more.

empty and closed, hovering in some frozen netherworld neither sun nor rain could thaw.

It was body rush After body rush, intensity building. Touch me there.

As I thought about that, I had to wonder: What will we know better about tomorrow? Who cares? Hindsight is useless.

I'm a total wreck. Afraid to let anyone near. Afraid they'll see the real me.