Bon Idée

"Bon Idée"

Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love x2

Don’t tell your secrets to anyone
Because ideas are vulnerable
As soon as you say your idea out loud
Then it can go and live on its own
And you will miss it oh so much
And you will wait for it’s return
And you will wish it were your own
But ideas that left never come back home

Don’t tell your mother that you are afraid
Don’t tell your lover that your heart might break
Don’t tell your gods you no longer believe
Because as soon as you say it out loud they will leave you
And you will miss them oh so bad
And you will wait for their return
And you will wish they were your own
But gods that have left you will never grace your home

Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love x2 2

Don’t tell your secrets to anyone
Because ideas are vulnerable
As soon as you say your ideas out loud
Then they can go and live on their own without you
And you will miss them oh so bad
And you will wait for their return
And you will wish they were your own
But ideas that left will never come back home

The Slippery Slope

Why and how I am incapable of LOVE, I do not know. Perhaps the reason be fear...and lack of faith in my own.


Long have I waited for LOVE to come and in vain I have waited. Or perhaps in blindness, I have fallen. Numerous have I pretended to LOVE and nothing have I acquired. Only traumas and misgivings to my being.


Now, I fear those supposedly not to be fear ed of.


I fear attention.

I fear being liked.

I fear of liking.

I fear being more than liked.

And I fear not liking more.

I fear companionship for I fear attachment.

I fear comforting touches.

I fear being spoken to with words of endearment.

I fear being cared for.

I fear being LOVEd.

And I fear of being expected to LOVE in return.

I fear of saying that I cannot.

But I fear being left behind and not given a chance to try to LOVE.

I fear of failing the trial.

And I fear to admit it.

Because, again, I fear of being left behind for doing so. And I fear of not being given more chances to try harder.

So I try anyway.

I fear of finally giving up.

And I fear of letting go of the failure because I fear of admitting to myself that I cannot triumph over it.

But I eventually do.

I fear of not being let go because of one's LOVE for me. . .that, again, I fear.

I fear of hurting one LOVING me.

And I fear of one begging me to not leave one.

But everything eventually leads to separation and falling apart.

And I fear being lonely once again.



This chain of my notion ends to a conclusion:

"catching one's attention will eventually bring forth loneliness.”

-a notion like a metal cuff, binding my feet, restraining me from movement, nullifying my life, preventing me from living.

“The Slippery Slope is a fallacy in which a person asserts that some event must inevitably follow from another without any argument for the inevitably of the event in question. Event X has occurred (or will or might occur). Therefore event Y will inevitably happen.”