Sunday, February 12, 2017

Bumpy Ride

I am trying not to be overwhelmed
by the sheer intensity of your
smile they say, and even you will begin to believe you are
happy to make your acquaintance my dear, do I know you? You're face looks so
familiar touch is what's most comforting in times of
need I remind you I am not a fragile thing? I won't
break my heart why don't you? Don't I also deserve
good things come to those who
wait--don't leave me here
alone doesn't have to feel lonely when you love
yourself is the only one who you can rely on in times of
trouble you for some spare
change is inevitable, but transformation is
rare and elusive is the kind of soul-shattering love you hear in
fairytales are like magic tricks - a comforting illusion, created to appease the
naive must be my middle name. I fall for the same trick every
time is ticking, tick...tock...and yet I'm living in slow
motion sickness is common on journeys such as these. It's going to be a bumpy
ride it all the way to the top to see the view. Oh, what lovely
views change as people are exposed to more diversity of
thought I would have learned by now...thought I really would have
learned my
lesson
eight,
please
open
to
chapter
twenty
three
in
the
book.