Lately I have been realizing that I have a phobia of almost everything. 

Vertigo, the vertical capacities of oceans, fire, 

Fierce kohls, well crafted words 

and strangely of assurances. 

But I am stubborn and I have my imagination, 

so I am hanging on a desperate rope 

and sometimes that’s all it takes to ride along the glittering highway. 

I think there’s only one fear that I can’t beat with time, that’s contentment. 

That crazy stuff comes with invisible storms…

storms of raging greed. 

Yeah I have been tasted, I have been pushed…

Late at nights after being naked for each other death sometimes mocks me for playing these shitty little games of fears. 

I guess he doesn’t want to give me the phobia of eternity.

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Painting: Paul Wright.