Written Sunday, January 27, 2008
As a child I never sought preference in unrealistic 'realities;' dramatizations of witches and warlocks, pixies and fairies. The bright side of things was even too far off a place to imagine.
These days, growing older, I seek to find time available for spending in situations deemed never to be true. False hope expands here and therefore warms me on the coldest of days. If only for a minute, the pain relocates to the back of my mind and happiness is found through my reflection on the dimly lit glass in which I look every night, merely wishing for change.
It occurred to me after a conversation I had had with an old friend. A friend so close I never knew my slight of hand could blind. She mentioned to me that my level of confidence remained unaffected despite my hardships. It was then I had come to realize I've been pretending all along.
©LittleO™
