Misled by lovely
tunnel vision of the life I struggled to see helicopter view of beautiful
surrounding.
There CAN be
wishful thinking set if wanted but why do we need it when melancholia lulls to
lie on the lap of apathy.
When I was about to reach your attention, you turned
around and was gone. And you kept me thinking – is it my fault of being too
late or you are the one who keeps moving even by accident there is a
slight chance of happiness in front of
your doors?
Do the acceptance of relations is one of those
mysterious things which can never be resolved?
You made me wonder if relations are the vision we see
or the reflection from the love experienced. Pain, confusion and disappointment.
Building expectations and letting them down, struggling with self – confidence and
disrespect of other wishes.
I am terrified to be fired by the shots of your gun – loveliness,
courteousness and refusal.
It would be nice of you , not to be nice…
agnes.
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