11 October 2016, 2:06am
Attachment comes with a warning — a red flag with an exclamation mark in blinding yellow. Attachment comes with the prerequisite, trust, and the expectation that there is a future, that there exists something more than what we know in the present. Attachment is dipping your toes briefly into tantalising lukewarm water before jumping in anyway because it is too hard to resist, and what could possibly be so dangerous about water anyway? Attachment is ignoring the red flag even though it ripples and flutters violently in the wind. Attachment is letting the momentary bliss, warmth, comfort seep through your skin and through the hollows of your bones. Draw the curtains, open the windows and inhale the morning air. The smell of renewal, life and hope. I imagine attachment, when reciprocated, to be like that.
Attachment beckons, and I am so, so, so close to jumping into its arms.
