Unexpected transitions disrupted reality

As the connection was bright but the details blurry-

Unkempt and unorganized. 

Always so neat with everything in place. A purpose. 

Goals and definitions that should make clear- 

Like crystal- only dirty and unsure 

Of what could shine and sparkle 

In the right lighting and timing 

Aligned perfectly within the sunlight. 

That was what loving him was like. 

Vibrance that glittered from a distance 

Only to wake up to the nightmare 

Within the shadow that haunted

Insecurities from tragic endings. 

Lights flickered from the garage 

Highlighting the dark corners 

Of streets and lingering smoke 

Saturating the ambience full of mystery 

And adventures to be had. 

Only to it to be held down and held back-

Trapped by the makings within confines

Of beliefs restricting what could be- 

But isn’t that always the problem? Overthinking. 

Published by Ms. Selective

Traveling Gypse with a Heartfelt Spirit.

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