Written usually in small print, disclaimers are supposed to guarantee a form of overall protection from getting somehow f***** -up by some unpredictable turn around of events and circumstances, blah, blah, blah...I have no idea what it is I am so afraid of! Feelings? My own? Because they are so unmeasurable? ...I never cared for statistics anyway - they are manipulated to serve the pending goal. I have always profeced interest solely in intensity! So when I get it, I chicken-out? Or am I scared of my fertile imagination? Of having wishful- thought this prize? Frightened of getting hurt? ....certainly what's making me suffer is this desire! The lack of a lighthouse. The need for a port. The wish for an anchor. To fly away with the passing wind...? To be on an island...? To swim in a creek...?
This is so serious
