The individual is frightened of the world, afraid that any impingement will be total, will be implosive, penetrative, fragmenting, and engulfing. He is afraid of letting anything of himself ‘go’, of coming out of himself, of losing himself in any experience, etc., because he will be depleted, exhausted, emptied, robbed, sucked dry.
R.D. Laing, The Divided Self, Pg 83
Hold yourself, I'm done My arms are tired Saw you walking backwards Towards the fires I'm in love with a red sky I'm in love with a tragedy We betray what we can't deny 'Cause I believe she needs me Caught a flash of Absolute perfection Shattered light fell dark In all directions Traffic floats like a ballet Far below in the distance Just as sad as the words we'd say It's all gone in an instant It's just so easy it's hard It's just so easy it's hard Pull me closer, I can't feel you You'll have to trust me, I can't steal you
Mark Carrigan 