You lean towards despair
Any given opportunity you’re there
But what is there to gain?
When you’re always falling off the fence that way.
like a thief in the night
won't you lay your hands on me
Let all of life be an unfettered howl. Like the crowd greeting the gladiator. Don’t stop to think, don’t interrupt the scream, exhale, release life’s rapture. Everything is blooming. Everything is flying. Everything is screaming, choking on its screams. Laughter. Running. Let-down hair. That is all there is to life."
-vladimir nabokov