::optimism::

You can make the best of the sunset.

You can make the best of the ending.

You can can make the best of the finale.

So will you choose for the best?

::insight::

There’s a glow inside.

But I’m scared of the thoughts which lie within.

 

::shivering::

I’m worried that…

…I won’t be around.
…I won’t be strong.
…I won’t be enough.

::violet::

Violet crystallization gives me spasms of ecstasy.

::impressionism::

 

[I apologize for my hiatus.  I hope to continue posting in full force once more.]

View summer out of focus, and you might glimpse something warm and luscious.

I love strawberries.

::distance::

 

Far enough to wish.

Close enough to sparkle.

::where?::

When all else fails, I’ll search for it.

But where?

::reality::

 

I laugh.

I cry.

I feel.

I am not a shadow.

::pleasure?::

The fault is mine.

And the pleasure isn’t.

I’m sorry I’ll always remain imperfect.

::soft focus::

Stop for a second.

Things are out of focus.

And I’m afraid if I blink, you’ll be gone.