So what did you want to do love? Crack his head open, you can't make homes out of human beings, someone should have already told you that.
He's really good at making people feel isolated. Excellent at it. Probably because he feels isolated. "I had a violent childhood" That's crazy, that truly explains those dreams. It also explains why I should never hit him again. It also explains why he is so sensitive. I need to watch what I say. "It's probably best that you don't come." I didn't mean that. I-25 and Broadway, love. You know the paths you need to take. Take them, don't wonder where the other paths leads. We already know where it leads. Right here, to heart break, to distrust in yourself, to bad memories that cause low self-esteem, that need more left turns to be made to feel better. Less going straight, less of this road of least resistance. Go left. Just go left.
I need to slow down. This was a small hiccup but I was on the right track. I spoke to Perez with my full attention. I genuinely enjoyed my conversation with Daqeun. That communion with the trees with beautiful, the moment where I went with Anne Marie to the fashion show on a whim was wonderful, the way I felt when I woke this morning, all of it; I was learning the peace of being in the moment, of staying still. I am learning this peace. Keep learning this peace. Everything turns out well.
...you shouldn't open doors you don't plan to walk through.
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