(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 I don't like to get my feet wet.
Overstanding beats understanding hands down.