Free write
I fell short of every intention. I felt powerless, like the world that was never in my hands could completely slip from the mental grip I thought I had around most aspects of my life.
It could shatter on concrete, like the things that once made me feel the most whole.
I love it so tight it could fall into pieces, fragments of desire.
I ought to be used to it. After all, most things are taped together under the hood, a lemon with chrome-dipped rims.
A wolf in sheep’s clothing, a fairytale.
And if I hadn’t expected it by now, I could at least accept it.
I should know a canine from livestock. I count and shave sheep before I fall into a slumber. Of course, I can’t merely sleep counting them; I must first nurture them into a dream.
So possibly, when I wake, it might come true.
February left me slightly hopeful and with a bit of rage. It’s a residual of genuine efforts I make to love, to be loved, and to love myself.
As long as hope still flickers, I’m given solace. I know the flowers will open and bloom, and the sun will shine love and life. It will rise again and again and repeat in a cycle where it sets.
I hope my message isn’t too cryptic. It’s a message of how I struggle and smile through each issue in a crafty way.
My smile is never fake, even when my happiness goes astray. It’s the brightness of the moment, a dam for tears.
Another month is here, and another month will go, and before we know it, September will arrive. But for now, it’s March.
Well wishes for the month and the ones that have yet to be born.
Exasperation: a feeling of intense irritation or annoyance
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Adulting does not mean you always do what you want. Being an adult means doing what you HAVE to.
The only way you learn is by doing.
Midnight library
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