love it is.

am throwing tantrums, like an elephant i stump, i face these fear, yet the fear is facing me, i want to let go, my heart says no, i want to hold on, my strength is weak, i kick like its the last, hoping that these last shot i have, will prove to be futile, its worth it, but the risk too high, nevertheless what to do, its the only chance i have, to save these what i treasure. love what a mixed component you are.