__________by Oceana Davis

Let's see ..
Where do we start?
Is it the beginning or what I considered to be the end.
Well, I woke up crying ..tired, extremely tired.
Will it ever end?
Passing that piece of paper in the street isn't real unless you trip over it.
I wonder why we encounter the people we do
And why is loving someone today considered wrong ..
It like a movie, life that is not real.

Reality?
The only definition would be your own perception.
My world has grown with experience
I embrace what ever opportunity my brain cells get to be enhanced.
I'm truly tried, though.
I want to lay my head down and rest,
I know there is no rest for the weary?
Why?

Children want to experience everything.
They are eager.
I wonder at what point in life they will shut down,
cowering in the corner, limiting their experience,
Retreating from the unknown.
At what age does that begin .

What happens to let fear take control?
Even when you will want desperately to walk across the line, you won't.

I know this piece will be rewritten
and maybe I won't finish it.
But I know what I know and
loving someone and not knowing the outcome is O.K.
I am at the point where if one more thing turns
I may not believe what I know in my heart to be true.
Not!

Remember when the box is marked Fragile,
When U open it and everything is broke,
If it is really important to U,
Sorting out the pieces and fixing it.
seems like the only option ..
But I don't care to live through this drama again.
So this story ends here.

Postscript:
Never let Love and Tolerance be confused,
They are different, yet they walk hand and hand.

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