reverberates from too much
to not enough
of unidentifiable unquantifiable entities of substances feelings.
to be human is to be flawed.
I don't know what I want from a man
when my chest closes up
like the gates to the life are shutting me out.
I can't function for a short time. Do I want him to buy me flowers?
Would that really make a difference?
Sometimes I think maybe
the gravity of the situation needs to be affirmed by another
so I don't feel crazy when I can't breathe
over some stupid missed assignment,
or saying the wrong thing to somebody's parent.
Although I rarely get this way anymore,
when I do, I am grasping for something
into thin air,
my shaking fragile hand left unsatisfied.
Certainly reminds me of the panic attacks I have given myself. You re tottally right that having another to affirm the situation is so pivotal. I think this necessity is what reinforces relationships.... Reaffirmations and reassurances. This was really a close to home read for myself. Your right to be human is to be flawed. But To be flawed is to be unique. I find beauty in the uniqueness of life :)
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