VALOR

My head's driving me nuts. So much decisions to do. Either I make it, or break it.

I don't want to make the same dim-witted mistakes again. My heart too, is defying my good sense. Confused, yet defined. I want to love yet, I am afraid, very afraid.

God has been giving me enough reasons, enough strength to break every fall.

Yet, I doubt. Audacity calls, a dire need for it. I want to ask you as the crow flies, to tell you how my susceptile threads of patience are slowly winding to its last knots, to pose questions to alleviate my profound search for answers. Uncertainty is devouring every last piece of conviction my soul ever has.

I just need to know, soon--pretty soon. Every God-forsaken day, this sense inside of me primes unceasingly into that something I am beyong doubt troubled. The fear of getting used to the attention--the fear of falling in love.