GARFIELD
12.5.20
linen forts are as much blanket screams of romantic inclination, as they are last ditch efforts to disprove my tendency towards an inherit avoidance for these types of things.
So, wont you do yourself a favor and shut up about it? You, like everything else, will grow, get old, and die. So take your new romantic tendencies in stride. Put them in your pocket, polish them a place on your skin. You either learn to idealize them, or you let them weigh a hole in your pocket.
You’ve changed. It’s okay if you didn’t see it coming. Probably for the best anyway. Pride would have blocked the door to momentum.
Don’t blame pride. She’s the gatekeeper between the world, and our most core. In this scene she’s just doing her job.
Sometimes, however. Growth doesn’t need core’s permission (or acknowledgment for that matter) to mold our new skin. She sneaks in through a window, leaves footprints on the walls, drinks all your tea and leaves the soda behind. It isn’t until we find ourselves picking rose petals from the garden, that we realize there’s been a guest in our heartscapes.
Pride here, can do nothing but look back and guard its new.