Wonderment Abound

I needed help in figuring out who this heart is really for….. Feelings arrive leaving me feeling silly at times, though much too often it passes…..daring never to lift my spirits again for that special feeling. Joy has never been this good to me, she was never there. Can I dispel the magic? Step through barely harmed and peeled away the wonder…. The world may not learn who I really am, his folds and creases, the corners with the worn edges. Can I miss the pity it never cared to give? Maybe……I could try. Once we realize love can take on many forms, we could possibly accept it more openly and give it more freely. Heavenly stimulations so terrible exist to transcribe what I’ve found quite meaningful to be discussed….. Agony settles in where promises wane and the need for resolution has met its last couple of sentences. Shadows making their way across my story trample my sunset as they clamor for the conclusion. I hold court to entertain dubious expectations and mismanaged thoughts fraught with ideal intentions. Singular matters are shown inadequate, Purposeful examinations once allowed to pass….now fail, tranquil, treachery, teeters till the twenty-fifth hour…. Is there a tomorrow? Will love bring along with it another sunrise? Written 21 MAR 2018 in Austin, Texas