Cocoa Butter

I guess it’s not a giant revelation to most people when I say we are all So many different things at once. Constantly changing but remaining the same, As we do this metamorphosis, we travel along in this invisible cocoon . Clumsy and blinded by our own shell. We wonder into each other. Crashing into each other. In love we force reconigniton of ourselves onto there self. Loving the interpretation of energy that they are today not twenty years ago or twenty years from now. Most of the time we don’t see our true selves, In each other or inward, We just see the dream of our own fairytales.. Not ready for the sobering mare of our reality In love we must remember that we are all just great big old piles of triumph and tragedy Mostly tragedy, Scared, looking for that person to act as our cocoa butter . Making those scares fade away