#infinity's edge

i’ve always preferred to feel. i’ve considered it, so many times, a major facet of the human condition that i would be so much less without. the whole “die in a blaze of glory or simply disappear” conundrum is one way to think about it. can i say i’ve lived if i’ve only lived “by halves” (as Isabella Thorpe would say)?

so no, i am not embarrassed in the least that when i worry, i worry restlessly, when i am happy, i am beyond comprehension, when i am sad, i am despondent, when i am agitated, i can’t stand it, when i make love, i am feverish. i babble and squeal and cry and scream and moan, for fear of a fucking cliche.