retrospecting sadness

when we sign up for love, in the same exhilirating second, do we also sign up for a break of the same? when we stretch our hand out, looking to find another to find and give warmth to, why do we find it only to be dragged through the mire of thorny, cruel emotions at the last? how is it that what pulls us in is the very same thing that chokes us and makes us want to beat, tail-between-legs?

do some wise people go it...slowly? deliberating, weighing? does that make the fall escapable? does slowness guarantee safety? what of them that start out as friends, come together as one, only to be seen as a small speck hurtling down, separate, unable to hold on to each other for dear life?

is it at times better to be careless, throw caution to the wind and just rock and rock really hard! an end to this is almost certain, so volatile and full is it. therefore, prior knowledge lends to the sufferer/sufferee a certain armor that readies them somewhat from the onslaught that is sure to come hit them in the shins.

and how do you deal with the after-math? the remnants of failure and loss poking, pricking every part of you? staring accusingly at you, with an 'i told you so' look. how difficult is it to stand , tall, straight, erect after having the rug pulled out from under your feet? isn't there a feeling of jack-ass-ness?

these are hurtful times. we need warm hands. we must have tongue. we crave entry. we swallow the sharpness of solitude.