Aren't you the able one. With your head set straight, your goals all aligned.
You know what you want. Or you think you do anyway.
They come to you for counsel. And what do you know?
They love you. For now.
Are you happy?
No?
You're wretched-pretentious, giving them a piece of that divine chocolate cake you made, making them all euphoric. All at once.
Is that even possible? How do you do it?
Did you leave some one out? Oh well then. That one will just have to endure the neglect outside the Pinkdom till the priorities change.
Or wait. Do your priorities even change? It's all about the rainbow over the hills is it not?
They'll just go away if they're meant to. Or else they'll stay.
It's always fun and amusement you're after. Did you ever stop to think?
So think. Like they all do. Try, being one of them.
Oh. Can't find your way back to the campsite? The smouldering coals.
Abandoned.
Comfortable in the uncomfortable. At peace in a storm.
Stable in being unstable?
Yeah.
You'll persevere. Be disconsolate. Then crumble.
Doormat.
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