6.15 pm and the sky is a beautiful little thing. Flaming crimson
with a touch of cherry pink.
Let go you’d say. Just let go and sit back and let things shape up
into what they were supposed to. But I was never the one to let go was I? I’d
carry it with me everywhere…in my bags, in my shoes, in my cup of coffee and in
my mind until it would become a part of me.
It’s funny because I thought I saw you grin yet again and watch my
plight behind bright blue curtains, sensing a spot of red in my bright blue
world, the one that began to smudge, the one that wouldn’t stop.
I am a lost
cause, I make no qualms about it. .I don't need your reality to come to terms
with mine.
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