I have this part of me that is interested in people to the point of damage to my very own soul. I do not know when to let go, pull away, relinquish that fast and hard attachment, relax the grip that my soul has on yours. When we feed parts of each other that would otherwise starve, wither and dry up..parched, when we take in. That combination..fatal, of you feeding me feeding you. I do not want to...starve.
But neither do I want to rely on your sustenance. I can not eat from both hands. Falling back on God when you fail is unacceptable. I must deny this seemingly irrepressible, critically insatiable, yearning and falter to the infallible, but I am always hungry.