There’s a then, and there’s a now. What’s the difference?

For as long as I could ride the story, the undeniable cerebral connection in this metaphoric game, in which words were waves slapping inspiration onto my shore, and like an addict, EMPOWERED, I kept wanting more.

The parallels made sense. I saw what I wanted as truth, and I floated, feigning reality would be that kind to me. I knew better. I’m way to self-aware to allow puzzle pieces from the center to go unnoticed.

He knows me now, it’s true.

Guess what!?! You know me too.

I’m the sweet girl next door who just isn’t what anyone is looking for.

No matter who sees me, I’m grounded…needing to just roll on…)