best if used by

I wish I was capable of being in

love

veins tangled into

blindness,

one of those

bicycle built for two

scenarios,

circus-like tendencies

suddenly acceptable

the truth:

I spent years wearing a particularly

unflattering shade of vulnerability, 

tripping over every tenth step I took or

gave

now it's all inside-voices, walk-not-

run

“don't cry over spilled

milk” becomes meaningless if you

never drop the glass and

those who don't fall don't break either

but I can't help but think that

perhaps I've been so worried about the crash that I

clipped my wings myself

and maybe the expiration date will get me

after all

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truth be told:  I could probably still manage reckless... Reckless enough to spill the milk instead of waiting for it to rot.  (but I doubt I could possibly be sentimental enough to cry over the mess)

So how 'bout it homeboy?

Care to be my gallon of 2 percent?

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“The best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the truth, the capacity for sacrifice. Ironically, their virtues make them vulnerable; they are often wounded, sometimes destroyed.”

-Ernest Hemingway
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p.s. The bicycle for two thing is a reference to my parents, because when they ask if I want to come with them, I always say, "and what ride my unicycle?"  because I think like they look like a circus on that thing.