Tattered and torn. Tethered and tormented. Tangled and twisted. Pieces shattered and walked across with bare skin only to tolerate the pain. A learned process of a day dreamed make believe land lived in instead of just visiting. The lonely seeking lonely only to find the crazy’s like it there too. Playing the hand that you’re dealt and skipping hand in hand to the tune of your very own Broadway sing along. No need for anything more because you know it’s not coming and you know in the end, if there is one, you’ll be there soaked in sorrow and bathing in the beautiful bewilderment of your own heart felt wishes, wants and desires. A wonder of why can’t I be first as you stroll in second or third watching the the trophies being handed out and just smiling because at least you were in the fucking race…….right? Appreciate and move on. When you simply beg for love and instead you get another lesson you just tuck it away in your battered by fantasy brain and think yet again why does the shiny never stay? Just to be chosen. Just to be held by another’s heart. Just to be the focus. Just to be the who that held the sparkle. Just to be the fucking one. Just once. That’s not asking the world but in fact it’s just asking to be the center of it for a minute. Just a minute.