I guess what I'm trying to say is...

Aching for simplicity, I turned to you. Burning for those comfortable conversations about taking the coaches and sewing dresses, I turned to you. Gasping for the familiar, same old monotony, I turned to you. I turned to you, only to find you were more complicated than a riddle. Those thoughts in your head went deeper than your seamstress pins and you were sharper than any needle I'd ever pricked myself with.
Maybe we're not meant to be comfortable.



photo credit - myself