Don't squander the breaths that you take.
Walk on the eggshells-
tentatively at first, my darling,
but later with purpose, and glee.
Stomp.
Crunch.
Dance on the sticky mess-
this life is raw and real.
Let the mess ooze beautiful beneath you,
for once the shells are broken,
what is there left to fear?
No comments:
Post a Comment