I wonder how to put this. I wonder if it is a big deal. I wonder if I can do it again.
Come back to the well at will and draw forth these hidden little treasures.
It was an unexpected treat.
But it hurt.
I said it was bitter sweet, and it surely was.
I really don’t need details, as the ones who would know
Could change my choices.
On other notes, I am failing at relaxing.
Just can’t seem to let go.
As I am pretty much screwing up the little pleasure I know.
Of all the times I have looked and saw something real.
This time is one that shows more cracks in the frame.
The dark edges are sharp and they want something.
I want to say something and fix things, cause I care.
But I don’t want enough.
It is almost like willingly sacrificing
To something not there.
The quiet of the night lies about what it’ll do
To you if you let it.
