There's a halt sign when you realise that that wasn't how you were meant to act. When there's a shift so apparent that you become nostalgic on your first impression.

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Growing aware that they influenced you to adjust, in a way opposite to your initial needs and wants. Deluded, believing this is the certainty of fulfilling your fantasies.

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You make me feel this familiar feeling I have too often, the unrequited lover.

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Glorifying nothing.

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How am I appearing to you?

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You look tired, like your mind is restless, unsettled. What was it that made you change what you first craved? I was told it was because you had it too easily which meant you became full too soon and lost your small appetite. I can’t decide whether I want you to rest or stay awake with me but for a moment can we recite.

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Where did this haunting of the bravado whose intentions to supress feelings in the hope to move forward without vulnerability come from? Sorry, we weren’t introduced properly as I have never achieved serenity by exiting with silence and countless what ifs. Instead I find comfort and growth in exposure and honesty. An original, natural instinct; to be yourself .

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Our past falls heavily uninvited within my daily routine. My evening rituals of reflection and understanding for who I am today, leaves unsettling aches before I sleep. I have questions for closure.

 

I hold universal messages under this fur. Majestic galaxies unfold between my follicles, but you never stayed long enough to figure them out.

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My attempts have only been greeted with discomfort so is it worth jumping again or are you teaching me that silence speaks louder than words?