serenity, my dear
i long for us to meet
to bring to life my idea of what you are
instead i am greeted with chaos
the kind of chaos that appears attractive at the surface
like a sparkly sequin dress
one that scratches your skin when you put it on
one that you can’t wait to take off
yet, you look so good in it
at its core it feels like shards of glass
grazing over your skin just enough to hurt
but not enough to bleed
just barely bearable
to the shallow eye it is disguised as cotton
the real cotton, is serenity
it lay at the bottom of a creek that you must fall thousands of feet through chaos just to reach
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in the word of Tom Cruise, you had me at:
'serenity, my dear
i long for us to meet'
and by the time I landed with a thud at:
'at its core it feels like shards of glass
grazing over your skin just enough to hurt
but not enough to bleed
just barely bearable
to the shallow eye it is disguised as cotton
the real cotton, is serenity
it lay at the bottom of a creek that you must fall thousands of feet through chaos just to reach'
your write
was bagged n tagged into my favourites bag...
truly an immersive write you have penned here, wonderful demonstration of your natural talent for flow and insightful commentary
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