(Thank you, Jaasirah - for reminding me that I have people who look forward to read my attempts at writing ♥️)
Fall head over heels with the idea of them
Put the idea on pedestal
Freeze it in concrete
No argument, no evidence, no word of advice
Should tilt it even a speck
They are perfect
Notice the little details
Remember - run through them obsessively
Guard them as your most prized possessions
A treasure nobody envies
Live in the memories of the good old days
Take the wrong signs when there were none, Thank the Universe
Hold on to them with all your heart
Believe - it will all fall into place someday
Someday soon
Intoxicate yourself with this bittersweet illusion
Be a happy fool
(You'll know soon enough)
Let time pass, let the slow realisation trickle in
Leave a thousand tiny bruises
Overlook them
Be amused with the web you weaved for yourself -
Sit. Struggle. Waddle. Rejoice.
Close your eyes, this is your happy place.
It will weather on its own, don't worry
There's no point going against the current
Deep breaths. Float. Be washed ashore.
The idea is gone.
Replace it with another.
