I will never make a perfect decision
each one tainted with the possibility of the other
infinite impossible collages of the mind
no substance but the cyclical pain of fruitless repetition
at the moment of the jump there is no evidence
no argument that will make you see the bad you
will sustain for the good you have not yet known, to understand your
own resilience the truth that comes only with time
nothing but a blind faith
or a shred of
reckless optimism
can save you in that moment
logic futile
only now
the letting go
the trusting that
something will hold you.
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