We are all high stakes gamblers. Each and everyone of us. For love is darn messy yet we all send in our chips with nothing but hope and the occasional luck. Just to have that all endearing feeling. That unbalancing act. How when it’s good it’s really good and when it’s bad you can’t discard it. For the truth about all casinos is, THE HOUSE ALWAYS WINS.
But maybe there’s a distinct high in handing another the power to destroy you. Maybe that terror is part of the attraction. Maybe I’m over thinking, maybe I’m contradicting, maybe it’s all connected. Maybe the first two.
Some of us throw in a little extra-watching horror films, becoming daredevils and stuntmen, skydiving, bungee jumping. But in the end, we all dare to love. Then find a corner,curve up in criss-crossed fingers praying to God it sticks. We are all high stakes gamblers it seems. Each and everyone of us. For the heart comes fragile always. And if you ever felt one breaking, you would never want one…
A feud settled in ink 