Those politics of life.
Sometimes you look past the events and people that changed your life. You make decisions that have no concern with benefit. There are factors that seem to smile right in your face but that smile is completely fabricated. It hurts to forget where your heart needs to be. Where is that? I couldn't answer that simply, but in my words I suppose I might explain where my heart should be. Covering my heart with a layer of fabric to blind it so it may not see. It kept it warm, or so I thought. I gave it a shot of rum on a cold winter night. So there I was, able to feel out but not feel within. I will forever be scarred from those decisions, but I'm growing. Slowly, but more completely. Taking in every natural influence and either absorbing or shunning. I'm still worried about the other souls involved. But that's just something they'll have to develop from on their own.
I'm just trying to take it, as they say, one day at a time. Relearning social abilities seems to be difficult, I'm so shy sometimes. I've got things to offer, though. And I want to offer them. Being so reserved seems to be a characteristic I haven't had in quite a while, but that might be because I'm actually thinking before I speak... let alone act.
I'm just trying to take it, as they say, one day at a time. Relearning social abilities seems to be difficult, I'm so shy sometimes. I've got things to offer, though. And I want to offer them. Being so reserved seems to be a characteristic I haven't had in quite a while, but that might be because I'm actually thinking before I speak... let alone act.