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Published on: 01 Feb 2012 by brokenbutterfly
Today is one of those lazy days, it's a sweet warm outside, the kind of warm that makes you think in orange and yellow fonts... I could be doing a host of different things right now, but as I'm sure you, insightful reader that you are, have noticed, I decided to write a little something. The weeks before me are spread out like a road map, with little roads heading off in assorted red, yellow, and blue directions... Roads taking me to many places. What I cannot seem to find at this moment, looking over my flatly elevated mountains, is the time to decide which road I should choose. That won't be a problem however, because there are many people, and other creatures of the like, attempting to push me into various catapults sending me above all the pretty little roads and straight into situations I'm not entirely sure I'm ready for. But I guess that's called growing up, isn't it? Choosing the force you wish to be roughly escorted by or merely standing around waiting anxiously for the first one that reaches you. The only thing I can know for sure is who will be there when I land. If I just look down at my hand, in my dreamworld of oxymorons and flaming catapults of life changing decisions, I can see yours, wrapped faithfully around it. What's more beautiful is when I can look to the being connected to that hand, the only thing that keeps me steady on my bumpy ride, and I can rest assured, you'll be there to catch me when I fall, no matter where I land. That's the only reason that right now, I can leave my thought-provoking dream-world, close my eyes and smile. You, darling, are my stopwatch.