It's kinda difficult to reveal very much. I mean, it's easy enough for reasons of expediency but it's pretty goddamn difficult otherwise. Sometimes I just want to hide in an abandoned mineshaft and then go blow up the entrance by radio remote. I mean there's some serious surface tension going when it comes to stating emotions. I mean you can't just come right out with that shit. Well I mean you can, I guess maybe technically but there are definitely some things to be considered.

It's a risk. It's gamble. There could be hidden costs involved. And what is the real pay off of sincerity anyway? Strange reactions could happen, there might be unforeseen results unimagined by the scientist. Your results could differ from those pictured.

Imagine that I fell for you, but instead of over, I fell upwards.

I feel like I'm kind of an idiot for speaking this way. For even thinking about it. How horribly vulnerable can I possibly make myself? But I'm also kinda addicted to it, that naked schoolbus helplessness of freefall, the brilliant emotional velocity that might be reached if you're willing to let go of the building and fly.

You know, I'd almost completely forgotten how incredibly thrilling, how incredulously amazing it all is. That's what was missing! The risk! The feeling of playing eighteen hole golf through a lightning storm!

Life, lived well, is terror.

I think things are going to get a lot better to be honest.