Hopeless Romantic. Grounded Realist. Jaded Cynic.
hesitation is tangible
it made it's presence known
every, oh, 5 seconds or so
and how i hate it.
certainty is ever so elusive
like the feeling of silk scarf slipping
gently, slowly but inexorably
down to the floor.
doubt is both repulsive and sticky
just one of the things that clung so fiercely
thistles and weeds on your summer dress
passionate defenders
of what?
self-worth maybe.
to do or not to do?
to relinquish or to gather in?
and it must be soon, soon, soon.
now, even.
