when you're smack dab in the middle of it, <br />you don't have a clue. <br />you may feel you've been referring to its roots: <br />entangled, <br />but have the urge to hold fast, <br />to appear, closely <br />to move vertically <br />never dare to be pulled out <br />submerged in awareness of existence and confusion <br />wrapped mystery inside an enigma <br />The highest emotional state you can feel <br />as a human being <br />or at least, a living organism <br />to be completely intrigued; <br />lose all your wits and be half crazy <br />thinking of love and hate as parallels. <br />frustration and infatuation as parallels. <br />the core beauty in its force; served as a <br />delicacy and destruction. <br />embracing contradiction as noble <br />falling into a pit <br />hesitating, <br />yet anticipating <br />-the-follow-the-dots puzzle, <br />where a seemingly random, <br />accidental spread of points <br />turns out to have a definite pattern. <br />psychic bonds <br />a connection <br />a sort of mania <br />stressed in anxiety exerted in emotional conflict <br />a level of heightened spirituality, <br />or human understanding <br />to push it forward <br />It's painful, <br />painfully sweet,
