I wonder: why can’t I do this? I have the words I will say, the things I will do, the options I will have- all planned in my head, perfect and neatly packaged, its contents guaranteeing a perfect night.
But the package never reaches its sender.
Why not? What do I have to lose? Why am I so cautious? What do I lack that others have? Why can’t I act on a whim, follow my intuition, do what I really want to do? Why am I am so afraid?
So many questions, yet so little answers. The worst part about it: by the time I find the answers, it’ll be too late. My opportunity will be gone, slipped through my fingers into the deep. Why can’t I grasp the things I care about with a tighter clasp? I don’t want to lose my chance, I just want to make things happen.