My Open Window.

There once existed a habitually guarded practice, yet the thought of allowing the current to flow in so effervescently is tempting. What is there left to fear when there is such a level of assurance? Then again, the uncertainty principle remains in question as to how perception can formulate and shape delusion; trepidation caused by uncertainty. An analytical mind would insist on pushing through with the current task; while normalcy would be driven by emotional desire to find solace through unification. The moment is so delicately woven that the thought of even handling the fragility of the outcome is frightening, yet simultaneously empowering. When there is so much overwhelming delight to face the first contact every morning, having to face everything else becomes so paltry; with it, there is a drive that pushes and pulls in all directions like a supermassive vortex whirling around in it's own singularity. If it manages to grab hold and capture , there is the willingness to proceed, permitting it to engulf and overtake. That willingness to submit to its grasp is present.

Done