Quite funny. I wish.
I feel like a thirty year old failure going onto his forties. & I’m legally/socially defined as 22.
Believed to be the hard climb. Realistically a painful duck & tumble. Either way I’ve grown patience. Which ever way, I am detached. No different is the two with its darkness; and the adventure excitement of silver linings. The top laughs with a point at the bottom as the pit curses at the tip. I, the core, soaring with winds, bashed by rain; glides in the sun and jumps off of mountains.
Happiness. Longing. Waiting. Believing. Destroying.
Trust. Assumptions. Denial. Rejection.