You walk on tip-toes, in search for a drop of ambrosia
Skimming through the shallow surface for that endless abyss
You long to set your sun ablaze, but you cower at the sparks that ignite
Dancing on golden strings—will you ever find what you’re looking for?
Saturday, July 12, 2014
Thursday, July 10, 2014
Some awkward moments are harder to get over than others.
You sleep on it hoping it gets lost in a
dream, but then you wake up and its still there taunting you at the back of
your head. You shake it off and say it really wasn’t that bad. You try to
recall what happened to convince yourself that it was indeed just fine, but
then you start to notice the smallest details and begin to overanalyze. I
should have said this. I shouldn’t have done that. And then you
remember what made it so awkward in the first place. Well, maybe you shouldn’t
be overthinking it. Maybe you just shrug it off and move on. Maybe you just
need to realize that some awkward moments are harder to get over than others, but
you will get over it. I hope.
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