i love time and the power and education it gives you. i love it. i was brought up so guarded and so naive, i appreciate and am thankful that i was. i built a rock that inside homes a fluttering butterfly, with wings so thin it’ll precipitate to powder if you are not gentle.
i’m presumed to be in awe of attention, like a child would be in a candy store. but time taught me so much; just because you tell me i’m beautiful doesn’t mean i owe you anything. its not a shield, or bitterness speaking, it’s the idea that we will always want more, even if what we have now is enough. and i had much enough that made me happy.
and i’m so glad i want more now. even though i didn’t think before. and it is so exhilarating that i can clearly grasp what is designed to be for me in its own time. such madness that i will eventually let that devour me.