cheese on toast

The tie that binds is delicate, at least I think so. Though it's probably a lot stronger there's always a hint of naivety which comes from it's youth. It has strong roots and I hope they are enough to sustain it while it grows. We feed it as well because we need it and I don't know if our nourishment is helping regardless our heart being in the right place, it's true you can kill with kindness.

I need it, the tie, even though I shouldn't. I was OK before, well maybe not OK but settled at least. Now entwined is probably the best way to describe it and it's better, I think. The dangers while not physical are still real to me at least.

The truth is I'm scared not to be. It was lonely before. Surrounded by vines and reeds and weeds. I latched on when maybe I should have let it slip by to stay in my overgrown jungle.

I was comfortable there. Wallowing. It wasn't healthy but I knew my supposed place. Being out in the open is scary but a good scary. I was told recently about good scary and it's true, it exists. Though it changes from scary to thrilling and you are able to derive enjoyment from it.

I made the right choice I know I did.