Everyone Loves A Dead Horse

(Dedicated to the dead horse I kicked a few entries back. R.I.P.)



You see, my experience of life conflicts with my experiences in life.



I want experience as in not of.



I want to feel and experience the complications of my experiences in language.



In other words, I don't want another romantic comedy.



Loving means letting go.



If I let go it's not fully mine (precious) anymore.



Even the dead horse (precious) should be loved.



Without a dead horse my world is sketchy.



But there's always another one around the corner.



What not:what is.



Or bad:good.



Or I don't like to get my feet wet.



Overstanding beats understanding hands down.