Am I being mean if I’m waiting for the day I get to be alone again? Selfish, I admit. To be responsible for and answerable to myself and no one else.
Tired of playing grown-up. Because being a grown-up means so many things I don’t want to be.
Responsible. Stable. Rational.
Waiting for the day I get to cry again. To not have to care about how my emotional state affects another.
Anger, sorrow, frustration, despair.
Mine.
Waiting for the day the reflection turns true again. When the water is still enough to flow unchecked.
The Minute Muse 