Romance is dead
The cup of life is a mingled cup… A cup of joy and sorrow…. Weeping may endure a night, but joy cometh in the morning.
My happiness is so ingrained with your approval I realize I need your permission to smile .
My happiness is so ingrained in keeping yours afloat I watch my views simmer unsaid.
My happiness is so I ingrained in your approval that I let you dictate my passion and my voice.
My happiness ….. Actually, no. Fuck you.
My happiness is mine to behold, take yourself down in your misery, I’ll be on my cloud floating high while you sink in your own abyss.
Stuck in a circle of doubt and confusion,
The constant lurch of my stomach, the roaring fear in my head.
Two feet jump?
Concrete shoes go nowhere.
Its not a confidence issue, its not a selfish plight.
Its making the right decision, it’s not acting on it.
It’s stubborn refusal to admit defeat.
It’s age old fables and whimsical ideas.
There is a silver platter there for the taking, there’s arsenic to swallow.
There is judgment and isolation and unintentional severed ties.
There’s rainbows and still and quiet.
Its the sweetest mistake ever made and the tragedy of reality.
Time for morning tea! (Taken with instagram)
It’s called a powerwing mum! All the cool kids are doing it! (Taken with instagram)
All boys love birthdays! (Taken with instagram)
Happy 7th Birthday Hades!!! (Taken with instagram)
Work gluten free yummies by me :-) (Taken with instagram)
