You look like a beautiful cliff from which to jump.
You could be a beautiful drain around which to circle.
You look like a great storm in which to completely lose my shit.
How does one remain Switzerland? That's what I want to know.
How does one see all the bright, shiny, sparkly, pretty things and not touch them. Just to touch? How do you not get involved? How do you not want?
I wanna be Switzerland. I wanna be fucking Mother Theresa.
What do you choose? All or nothing? Are you in?
The thing is, control, letting go. Well, it works both ways. Pushing everything away, things that come to you, refusing opportunities- that’s just as much a method of maintaining control. Just as much as trying too hard to hold on to everything. Completely letting go means you are bound to run into something eventually. Do you let it hit you? Or do you swerve?
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