The unmistakable scent drifts by;
a mix of acid tear drops,
bits of anger,
and pieces of hate,
all strung together with a fuck you and a I don't care.
The stench makes me sick to my stomach.
I gag.
I keel over.
It's too much!
I...
can't...
Take...
It...!
Even as the tarty "just deal" and the sweetness of "moving on" starts taking over, it lingers, taking its time.
Then it passes by
and in its wake leaves
an outburst of smiles,
a sense of peace,
and a feeling of joy,
all flowing together with a I love me.
So now, I can take my time again, and smell the roses
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There’s so much to look forward to, each day is a gift, and I’m grateful for the blessings, both big and small. I’m still looking for answers, still searching for my place in this world, still reaching for the stars; always dreaming...
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