Have you ever been so happy with something that you're deathly afraid .. of losing it?
I can sense that fear creeping up on me. It's like molasses. Sticky, so easily attachable, but horribly difficult to get out of. An accidental mess .. a painstaking clean-up. I don't want to drown in another pool of my own molasses. It's rising tide engulfs like quicksand and before I know it, I'm ten feet under and upside down. Bittersweet is a beautiful thing, but only when the balance of it isn't disrupted -- too much bitter and too little sweet.
As opposed to unbalanced, let's keep it beautiful. Please don't let the scale tip.
About Me
- Tiffany
- Perhaps what lacks undergoing cannot be embraced. On her own as her only, asking neither pity nor grace. Adrift, astray, missed the last train of today, but lift your chin little girl. Soon enough, bright ahead the sun wakes, again dares to show face.
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