Are you aware of this bond that is inexplicably strong?
So hard for me to believe it when doctors say to me it is okay—but , she did not make it…
How can anyone be okay after that?
Time is constant.
But, change is inevitable. To be optimistic, a blessing and a curse.
All that I take for granted will all be long one day.
Why don’t I cherish every little piece of it? Maybe it’s because in the moment I have a mysterious sense of knowledge.
I am a piece of sweet potato pie.
Sweet but bitter, I am but no pressure.
So underestimated in the act because the pie is always visible, but you don’t get that bitterness until you actually have your own slice.
People get a bite and conform the thought or idea that I’m a vision in their perception.
I know every get is not a diamond, which is why I became a crystal.
I mean, why not be