Must be. . . .

The idea of it must be better than the real thing I suppose.

If this is so I must say fantasy and reality mustn’t be related.

Sips tea….

Reality. Sweet soulful sounds somewhat similar to scatting. I think…

You know free from judgment, drama, and fear.

A language only the resilient ones seem to recognize.

(Old Woman) Might I add to this notion?

Why sure you may…

(Old Woman) The idea of you is the real you. A force to be reckoned, respected, and valued as a child of the creator and fearless woman. But if “the idea of you were better than you” then the reality of you must be far much more superior than the idea of you darling. Flaws and All young lady, accept and forgive yourself first.



You don’t love me when I’m smiling

You kick me down and then remind me of the times I smiled

You feel better when I’m beneath you.

You feed me lies and confusion, it entertains you.

You don’t listen to me. You’d rather be right and me be wrong instead of being in harmony

You think I should change, but you’re perfect

I wonder if your heart is cold or frozen.

Maybe I should vanish into the bliss of my own heart. The voice in my own head. Maybe I should let you fly free.

Since you never see what’s right, but only what’s wrong with me.