Not really sure...

My heart is suspended, though I'm an optimist this time I'm tempted to go back and make some changes, wouldn't change that I had her, but I would make sure when she held me-I grabbed her, instead of letting it slip through my fingers, deadly poisoning in the blood flow lingers like these dubious thoughts flow through my mind. Check the visual cortex, are these eyes blind? I didn't see she for her, didn't recognized it happened until after it occurred. It's still a blur. We be not as we may have been. Dimly lit reflections leading to second guesses, I want to call my witness back in and ask second questions-----I'll wait for time to put chaos in context.

If we never have enough to do what we did, do we allow reason to decide how we live? Or deny intelligence like Bush.... Rolling toward the sea and we still.. Kick? Push? Running off emotion-evading the quotient.....

Meditating on Quandaries and queries would keep me leery, not lucid. So I'm gonna stop a asking so many questions before I end up going dumb or stupid.