Feb 18, 2009 11:49
Water rushing, sweeping
Placid grey, soft and cool
Squirrels scampering, remembering how to traverse the uncovered ground
Tumbling balls of fluff on unpracticed legs pawing through the garbage.
It isn't as though they haven't already seen me shirtless.
Unpracticed, unprepared,
Feeling foolish.
"Irresponsible, childish, slow on the uptake" Insecurities grounded in truth?
Not. My. Fault.
Am I capable of having a healthy relationship?
Analyzing, detaching, fixing: finding new failures.
I play the game, working towards an unspecified goal.
"You are the eye candy of this show," I said.
The corner of his blue mouth twitched.
Victory is mine.
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