Apologies for the slack wordings. Sometimes real thoughts aren’t as beautiful and poetic as they sound.

As the automatic doors glided open, a wave of warm late spring air glittered, hinting the soon to be arriving summer. Past years, expectations hung high as I pined for the sandy beaches and denim cutoffs. It would be an understatement to say that everything is different this time around. Parts of me are still thrilled by the idea of summer, though my mind writes a brand new list of needs and wants. Summer romance out, alone time in. It’s more than fair enough to say that these past twelve months have been nothing but drama. As the year draws to a finish, my body and mind are craving for a few moments of undisturbed rest. Reminiscing, not quite, as that brings nothing but driving me to desperation, pulling fragile strands.

Perhaps it’s time for the choice to be made. I’ve lingered at this crossroad for too long. Heaven or hell, good or evil; is the division really that clear, is the world really black and white? As I examine the pros and cons of both worlds day in and day out, I see the arms of those reaching out to pull me to their side. I hear the voices, their biased arguments, luring words. I must admit I’m not taking this all well.

Misty mornings, smokey nights.
Dreams burn, as she desperately fights.