It scares me deeply, the thought of it. Let me hold on to this nothingness for a while longer, for once gone, I will never live it again.
It scares me deeply, the thought of living in the real world.
My compass lies broken before my feet. I stare at it, lost, with tears in my eyes.
I need someone to tell me what to do.
Though one opportunity is lost and has been so even since before it became apparent, I know now the importance of seizing that which you desire when the opportunity arises and not a moment later, for a moment later may be a moment too late. Regrets are what damage the soul, and indolence and fear are the worst things to be regretful of.
Were it not for these absurd conventions, oh how easy life would be, though I suspect not as charming or rewarding.
Oh, the dreadful games that we must play…
I love the way your long hair flows over your shoulders, outlining that oh so pretty face. I love the way your lips stretch to form that oh so pretty smile. I love the way your eyelashes spread above those oh so pretty eyes.
Sometimes I get the urge to tell you just how oh so pretty you are, but I’m just oh so scared.