circles

as i spin incessantly in growing circles, i pray that my axis would not let go of me.

sometimes it's hard to know if you love enough. or if you love too much. sometimes it's impossible to know the opportune time to let go. or not to let go still. how does one know if the love one gives is not the love that is warranted? or needed? or wanted? such a murderous sword this love.

i don't want to hurt people. i can't hurt people.

i feel like i want to just suddenly disappear into thin air -- that is without fanfare, without drama, without any effects. dissolve into oblivion.

yet, at the same time, the fire that scorches me warms me, heats me, and breathes life to me.