Anxiety is love's greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.
Oh, she said that shit? For real? And here I was just sitting around going, "Man, I wish a motherfucker would push me."
Between the dark of trouble and the light of disaster we pass our days. And if this is our condition, it cannot be taken away. Paradox results from artificial boundaries. Experience can't be derailed.