Carolime Time

childlike

the wells are growing deeper,  blurring reds with blues, hazels blend with darker hues, there’s something rising inside of me and i cannot put a name on it, it is as good as gold, as significant as yesterday, as fickle as tomorrow, i wait, i desire, i lie restless with feet in position, crouched,  leaping over fences of decision; my nose runs readily, childlike i leave it, blushing pupils are speechless for once, lips bitten by unsureness, a steady, silent riff layers my thoughts unspoken. i want to feel it over and over again, till tonight ends and tomorrow arrives, i want to feel it the same way each time and more, and more, i want this and more.

but don’t let it bring you down. when there is something on the outskirts, not meeting your needs–you are greater than one dissatisfied element that poses no risk. you are fine, in the here and now. and you cannot expect people to be the things you need.  rather, be the things you need to see.