Little

Little.

Things I see.

Experience,

Rejection,

Paddling, wading, gasping, laughing, exhausted

Weathered as expected

Unassuming nestled strewn Portobello Mushrooms and moon beams projected over the desert

I measured the distance from illusions of an oasis to the horizon,

In increments of stylistic movements

And Realism still isn't a Chevy in quicksand,

Stuck.

Ensure you don't close the door on me, I'm sure I'd drown

Heavy truth and a flurry of events

Immense, intense.

We spoke of true expressions of self, a new way to live

As intended, the opposite, in fact it did.

This is just my experience, 

Flaunting rejection.

See the oasis was the desert,

Reality was all around.

Rejection.

Experience,

Things I see.

Little.

Reviews

[Nariko]

This reminds me of when I think back to my past relationships and how I often overthink every interaction I had with them.

[Maria]

Loved this. Truly got the feel of it. Great Job!

[Ty]

Hey really appreciate it. Glad it resonates. Expressing one of those days!

[Maria]

You're welcome. Totally agree with you.