Tuesday, May 4, 2010

it is true that i take a fall harder than most. wearing my heart on my sleeve as i do, it's tenderness is exposed for all to see and for all to injure. and when injured, it bleeds not blood, but sorrow and hurt. in this position, trepid as it may be, i expose my heart to anguish, but also to the slightest caress of kindness. and so i gamble, every day, with my heart as my stake. will you up the ante or fold? or are you bluffing after all?