sleeping beside a head of hungry thoughts.
I'm challenged, thrilled and frightened at the same time
as though a leap of faith would only get me halfway there.
I'm swallowed by decency, encouraged to do only right
and sway the fine lines that blur the things that are wrong
and the things that just don't make sense just yet.
If I catapult myself into the arms of something open
instead of banging my head against your closed doors
will I be taunted by echos or comforted by quiet relief
you tell me, whisper it to me