bubblegum and cherry pop!
this is what i'm not but, that's not the problem. the problem i have lies with those who over simplify complex issues. there is no rose growing from out our palms and surrender is not opening the hands and letting a butterfly free. it's not. it never will be. no matter how much we would like it to be.
it will always be: bloody knees and tears on tired faces.
grim mouths and white knuckles.
pounding feet fleeing and chasing.
it cannot be anything else.
silent acceptance is always accompanied by racing thoughts. the spirit is not still. desires do not cease. we reach, we strive, we bargain and plead. this is us. this is me and i'm ok with this. i'd rather be a complex wine than an artificial, overly sweet and sticky soft drink.
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