You are somethingthat will always be out of reach to me. Something I can sensewith even blurred consciousness. Though your form is bothperfect and clear to me.  Do I know you?Or am I mad in love?Is this love poem with sailsbound for...

Is fear always necessary?Does it save our lives?Does it extend to trauma? And sugar filled highs.How does fear produce?Do you slump your shoulders and lose? Fear can blind us at one point or another.You prefer to sleep and not face it...