Blizzard

I wish I could say I was becoming wiser but each day that passes I have come to admit that I know less than yesterday. Deterioration of certainty and the absence of youth cages my soul.

I seek things as I often do, wondering and prodding on the inevitable questions. Ask me simply what I want and I have different answers depending on the day of the week. Changeable chameleons, we are all in someways...trapped.

At times I feel so compromised. And at time I feel almost mercenary.

And love.... love is my worthy adversary and sometimes friend. We are temptuous and raw. She comes and for the briefest of moments I am alive. But the fire goes when she leaves and the floor is chilly once again as I tip-toe my way into the rest of my life.

So do you surrender to the one you think of at 3am or do the one that will be there for you at 3am?