“We are like sculptors, constantly carving out of others the image we long for, need, love or desire, often against reality, against their benefit, and always, in the end, a disappointment, because it does not fit them.” ― Anais Nin
I’m locked and it pains me.
I never wanted to be locked.
I opened for you.
BUT –
You were careless.
You were brash and broke things, my beautiful treasures.
You snorted and bucked, smashed, and talked loud.
You took over spaces I normally retreat to.
You debated and reasoned and nudged,
Always for my good,
Wanting to free me from confines.
So I created new spaces.
Go ahead.
Browse the one you’re in;
Change what you will.
I’ve already moved.
