This is so fragile. Everyday is a new experience, a new fascination, a new adventure. And oddly enough I can't wait. I'm not used to this. I don't know what I should be doing. Are we in the same boat? Is this what every thing has come down to? Me on the edge of everything, unbalanced and nervous, you safely tucked away in the arms of reality.
It's fair in the end. Too bad.
This will grow stronger. Blossom from the bud, to a rose. Full of beauty, mystery, and magic. Magic is what this could need. A little nudge here and there to keep everything balanced. Even. Fair.
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