Bumper
Can I introduce you to the reason of unreasonable actions? Can I show you the cause of my apprehension? I don't think it will end the way we thought it would. I could set the scene; Bon Iver and an ice cold g&t, lost deep in my mind I'm trying out every outcome of telling you everything. And I've got to say there's more bad endings than good, does that mean I shouldn't do it? I think thats what it means right? Tipping the scales they call it.
Children asleep in their beds each with their 3 blankets, the oldest so she feels safe and secure, the younger because she wants to be like her older sister so much it's beautiful to see. I wish you could see it, I wish I could tell you how much pride they bring me. I'm loved but sometimes I just feel alone, I used to think being alone was ok, now I can tell you that's not what I want. Creature fear has just begin to play, one of my favorite songs. I'm still not any closer to what I think i should do. My brain is a traffic jam of things to do its bumper to bumper and you're the lights that decide the flow, and you're currently on red. What's your favorite thing to do? Where in the world would you like to see? Is there anything you'd like to ask me? I'm ready to tell you everything you want to know.
I guess that answers my question, I'm ready to take the risk and even with the tipped scales against me I'll no longer be apprehensive and be honest and true. The lights turning green again, traffic is moving at a steady pace. Time to change the music to something else. But I dont know what, any suggestions?
Copyright © Kyle Ralston | Year Posted 2020
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