A little bit of confidence, add a whole lot of blind drive to come out on the other side. But what side am I on right now. Am I on this side? Soft waves whimsy notions of womanhood? Or the side that moves like a deer hoping on all fours. Should I take the crimson roaring tide of ageism or shall I walk down denial. Abort abort abort! This flux of emotions and anger mangled with responsibility of existing. “I like taking chances” makes for a good tag line but for how long?
No more sighs.
I am a woman of the world. Holding a float multiple realties of logic and psychotic gushes through my spin. So I flicked my last burn in your direction does that justify your sudden itch to call me out on my sh*t.
