Charm
Giving that expression one more time, smiling - no - flashing, bright eyes, deep eyes, gazing straight threatening to melt your core. Eccentric, full of sense of humor, thinking of ways to poke holes on a straight-wave existence. Shrug, nonchalant, not knowing that everything is working its ploy to capture you, get you thinking, get you feeling your dreams again.
The butterflies are back and they just reminded you that your dreams are scary. You are at odds with everything and your chance is inversely proportional to the amount of space you occupy. This time, you are not as blind. This time, you realize what if this really wasn’t the plan laid out for you… what if what you’re trying to reach is something God never meant for you, what if you’ll be tearing and driving and wishing and begging only to realize that you’re not supposed to go there, be here, be there?
How many years will I waste waiting?
How many rejections will there be before I get there?
You answer with no regrets. Live. You never know until you try.
