I may be scared, of loving too much, of sharing too much, of letting myself go too much.
I may be happy, of loving again enough, of sharing myself enough, of letting myself live.
I may be excited, of loving again, of sharing again, of letting myself go again.
I may be mad of love, of sharing my madness, of letting my madness go.
I may be crazy, crazy of love, crazy to share myself, crazy to let myself go.
I may be stupid. I may be me.