Photoparty

I feel the separation of lives in the refusal of growth.
I am assigned the same old same old whilst being deliberately excluded from the new.
Even if the new crosses paths with my life, my endeavours.
Separate is my lot.
I want to breathe 'fuck you' and walk away but will no longer allow myself to be ruled by those emotions.
So I smile an 'ok'.
Push embarrassment and pain to the side in the hopes that the wind blows it away.
Lessons.
Learned.
Swallowed.
Digested.
Nothing really matters, nor does it change. Just fades into a new hue.
Routine creates habit.
So I will maintain until its true.

Natalie Fiawoo ® Blogging on the go...