I will request nothing. What did I expect? These lips won't wish. My sleep will be dreamless. I will assume the worst. Then there is no pain. Who can I trust? I will rely on no one. I blew that dandelion into the wind. There is no commitment. Emotion means nothing. I can be adversarial. You color me confrontational. I'll hold this reactionless, maintain expressionless, remain emotionless, I will be expectationless. I pitched that penny into the wishing well. I can be emotionless. I can be expectationless. It seems that each time that I stake my faith in even the most trustworthy face and dangle myself from expectation I'm inevitably knocked fathoms down. I blew every single candle out on the birthday cake (what difference did it make?) The coward in me says keep to yourself. Embrace the pain and wallow in self pity. The power in me says take another chance. Ascension comes with vulnerability.