In threshold

Here I come again to talk about feelings.
Feelings are always connected to people. People are always inconstant, and I'm essencially inconstant.

Here I come again to talk about life.
Life is always a matter of decision. Decisions are usually difficult, and I'm especially hesitant.

There's a tangled set of doors I could go into now, each of them reserving a set of singular, profound feelings towards especial, important people in my life. I'm surrounded by uncertanties.

I'm afraid of feeling, because feelings aren't a safe place.

I'm slippery and feeling like loosing control once again. Shaky feet, sweating shirt, wrinkled front. Is that happiness after all?

I'd rather wait for the sunset.
Let the orinoco flow, let the wind blow.