Cut it deep, because that's the only way to feel alive. How is it possible to let it slip when you keep reminding yourself not to everyday? You want to indulge, in what some say the remedy, but poison to others. Is it really a poison, you start to doubt. When, and at what quantity and quality, does a remedy becomes a poison? When does a blessing turns into a destruction?
They say almost everything delicious makes you fat, 'most everything carelessly fun is sinful, and 'most everything that happens too fast ends short. Does too much of something good means that it's impossible, simply because our loving God is fair and won't give you anything that's perfect, because nothing is?
Be realistic, because the coward you refuse to take up what could be. Like the childish perception, you put your shield up before the fight begins. You say that time fucks us all, while others say God, fucks us all. But you ask for neither the presence of time nor God. Their presence coerced themselves unto you to which your life must revolve around.
Count it down as the pressure increases. If the countdown stops, maybe, we should just settle for mediocrity.
