Like a book, you can open me up and try to read me. But only one who truly invests in studying my pages can get to the sole purpose of my meaning. The meanings that mold me and create my spirit. Only then can one begin to understand. To all others I am the book that causes you to skim and run your fingers thru the words rather than truly seeing the words for what they are. Depth and explanations. Do not try to read me, you will not understand.
-JLC

“Do not fall in love with people like me. 
I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. 
I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.”

—  Caitlyn Riehl

To you, I must be the vegetables your mother told you to eat at the dinner table.
You push me to the side even though you know I'm good for you.
Even though you know your body needs me running through your veins.
You spoon me,
Then when the coast is clear you put me down & pick up something more appetizing on your plate.
I'm just there.
You scrape me to the side & spread me apart to make it look as though you've taken more of me than you actually have.
To give the illusion of health.
An illusion that you're doing what you're supposed to be doing.
But I know better.
I know because I'm the one sitting on your plate, getting cold.
While you consume all that looks & taste better than me,
I go to waste.