fitveggielife

It’s hard to find the right words a lot of the time…and sometimes I don’t know who I am, and I unfortunately met you when I thought I did.

So I said things I didn’t mean and didn’t say what I meant. Like cords crossed and fraying, I felt too much and started crying, electricity transformed into flames, and they weren’t filled with passion. They burned blue with shame and red with embarrassment, I believe we’ve burned the house more than a few times.

“Enough is enough” we hear people say, “Give it a rest!” but I choose not to listen, I see something blooming in the ashes and I don’t need anyone else to say it’s so, I see you.

Multiplying rather than adding, what happens when I make the wrong step now?