a sumer night, i find a boat.
I tip my oar to raise the stroke
The wading swan, the image broke
A looming peak, a pirate size
Uprears its head a sudden guise
Takes me
why must this place be my go-to in times of mental distress?
suddenly, tonight, it hit me: i am an idiot.
my romantic life has been dry. so utterly dry.
with my current...crush?(this term makes me feel like a 13 year old girl), it's really not about the reality, but the thought that i fell in love[?] with.
based on a few steady glances and eye contact, my idiot mind builds a fabulous individual that is the yin to my yang, the perfect fella that i can wake up next to, share a conversation over coffee, and enjoy meals and music with. someone that i can dance with and enjoy their company.
Someone who is so outrageously normal and accessible.
but then I get a taste of the reality, and this perfect vision of an individual comes somewhat crashing down as I realize that this whole perfect vision was a construct of my own mind.
yep, idiot.
