I have these little vases I keep trying to mount on my wall. Most I've convinced to stay, but one remains stubborn. ' Maybe it's the humidity, or maybe it's a sign to lay off on the decorating for now.
Maybe it inspired me, or maybe pushed me to my limits, as I push my own stubborn heels in, because for the first time this year, I see a chance to get what I want, and I owe it to myself.
But now my friends think I hate them, or maybe they hate me I think on the third weekend of plans falling through.
Maybe we aren't supposed to be here, I wonder fearfully, because I know that even if I'm not supposed to be, I simply must.
So I will continue to restick my lights every night to lite my home In search of some stability.