(no subject)
There is the question of who I really am, the tiger or the trainer. Am I this caged pulse, this pacing strenght and silence, or do I stand around it, calming it, endlessly talking, singing, making whatever noise I can to bring it closer to sleep? Clearly I am the trainer. But there are moments when I put myself to sleep. and then only the tiger is, and there is nothing to be afraid of.