Would you rather illuminate a room for days on like a candle, or for a split of a second release all your light and light up the whole valley like  lightening.
Its battle of consistency and baby steps, or breaking rules norms and doing giants leaps
Is it candles or lightening

The absolute loudest neighbors on the planet.

He's weird
I love that
But sometimes
I wanna smack him across the face
He likes it
When I wanna smack him across
The face
His favorite sport is "Krista Eye Rolling"
Extra points if he can get them uphill
But the attention is so cute.    , And thoughtful
Albeit, a little gross
He's an oxymoron
Itchy wool, weaved through soft silk
Grossly Cute, softly Uncomfortable, and sticky sweet