I woke from a dream I’ll never recall at 7:05AM December 9th, 2013. I woke up with the phrase in the title in mind, not having the slightest idea what my subconscious self was brewing. I still haven’t deciphered the title. However, I did wake up wanting to put something in writing. I hate sounding poetic. I don’t try to style my writing. This is just how my ideas flow through my fingers. That may be why I publish text posts so late at night. To avoid the spotlight and hopefully solely speak to the interested…
I never was a gambling man. Lord knows I never was. You’re a “good girl.” I see it. We both know it. Looking around, we’re all trying to do better at this age. Those that have matured at least. I always wonder if you’re afraid of me. Knowing myself and my history I would be too. Even in this period of progression knowing the power of a relapse, a relapse revealing who I can be from time to time.
Patience and hesitation become less black and white and more grey by the day.