I admit I fear being happy. To me happiness is the adventure you seek only to find some chimerical fabric of lies to be intertwined in. I feel like I am suppose to feel a certain way that I do not. I have absconded far enough to feel free. I taste the liberty of not being obligated to perform tricks and trades. I am a patient woman, too patient some say. Maybe I flow too much like water instead of whirlpooling my enemies. However, I am curious. Maybe too curious. Someone who has not changed. Someone who has been a friend. Someone who leaves an unique trademark smile upon my face. Is it too soon to wonder?
Is it too soon to feel free?
Happy?
Relief?
Because I know for a fact they do not miss me so why should I waste time missing them?
love...a burning flame...it makes a fiery ring
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