I rise from my soft pillow, white like the feathers of a doves wings. The light that pours out of my window bathes my room in a soft morning glow, like lips of beauty, kissed my eyes making me see the world through a different lens than the day before. A Lens in which you only see the good.
But beware what seems to good to be true. Because it always is.
A sudden realization hits me as I’m standing in the mirror, Listening to SZA, shaving my freaking mustache to avoid the unwanted comments of my friends.
Why Am I always looking to them first to see how to react?
I spend 50 percent of my time thinking if a certain action will be excepted by them, and the other 50 deciding not to do it, to play it safe.