What a boring world that this would be

If everyone were just like me

I need a little variety

A little intrigue

A little mystery

Something to pique my interest

Make me see another angle

Show me what I have been missing

Show me something new

Learn, as I have been yearning to

I would not know

If not for you

And you, and you

I will take in all the valuable experiences

Things that matter

That make a difference

To bring the synapses connections together

In reverence

Purple skies

Silver moon

Swoon under the stars

Into a mysterious, shrouded, reverie

Delectable thoughts of you

Crooning husky whispers in my ear

Drawing me near

Making my heart beat

Frantically in fear

Pounding out of my chest

Faster and faster

Short of breath

Helpless…

I laugh at my resilience

No stress

Is it a nightmare?

Or reality?

Fall into the canopy of darkness

The void feels so soft and comforting

The dragon came out and thrashed about again

My age old friend

Destructive and comforting simultaneously

Can only be contained temporarily

Like hot boiling water spilling over the top

Like precious fruit left out to rot

Like a shadow only cast certain times of the day

How to anticipate the comings and goings when my autonomy goes astray?

Is a question I have pondered many days

I lifted my rose colored glasses

…and saw a chaotic scene

There once were displayed beautiful flowers

There were now rotting, matted, gnarled roots

The majestic blue sky

Now seemingly covered in soot

Even my own reflection

I could not compute

Something so sinister

That has somehow wiggled it’s way in

Disrupting my perception

…and my patience grows thin

Flow in the path of least resistance

Bend like the bamboo

No offensive to launch

Defenses minimal

Vulnerability is piqued

Delivery true

With no confrontation

No misunderstandings

Better yet, over-standing

No back and forth

No debates

It is destiny

It is my fate