nothing is wrong

Nothing, I hope..., the admission of the "wrongness" that haunts me, is one of the kind that has a lot of implications, which I do not want to face, it puts in danger both the comfort of my solitude, and the joy of your company.

I'm aware that not a long time ago I vowed to live by my feelings, and do so as they desire, and feels like hypocrisy to not spill the jar.

My justification for it, is that I have none, maybe the David of emotion is fighting the Goliath of the rationale, and some day, the jar will spill.