The Epitome of Ambivalence No. 1
Forgive me: I’m fitful.
My fists are on the table.
Please unmask the point at which
I’d given up my plan.
Perhaps love does really exist, but the beings we are surrounded by don't know how
Perhaps there is no such thing as soulmates, but if you're blessed with loving someone who respects you back, you should stick with 'em
Perhaps the tides come in and then receed to show us what, if anything, will be left behind after some turbulence
Perhaps we shouldn't compare struggles, feet can manage socks and hands can manage mittens