Musing

I like the power that comes from being idealized.

I want you thinking of me, always.

“We are never unfaithful, we are just sometimes faithful in ways we don’t like.”

In which I, maybe?, get caught stealing an unwelcome glance.

A suspension of paeans, and a replacement of them with wisdom from others.

What shame is to me.

I’m writing again!

What’s hot to me?

Reality is never the same as my imagination.

Sunlight dissolves shame.