Moth

"Like a moth to a flame, burned by the fire."



That's the way love goes.

You ever slap yourself silly, knowing that you did "wrong"?

I mean, the kind of wrong that you're even confused as to whether it was really truly wrong or not.

I've had that kind of wrong.

I've analyzed it, over-analyzed it, and kept praying for an answer.

I'm becoming very "okay" with the notion that it's never going to go anywhere.

And even if it does, do I really want it?

I stopped wanting the material unreachable and have become content with the life that the universe has fought to make me accustomed.

I have given up fighting, and will just lay back and let the universe do what it will to me and my life.

I'm tired to struggling, trying to be at the top.

I'm tired of fighting foes that don't give a rat's a** about me or the original reason for the fight.

I'm just letting everyone have their piece.

And in return, all I ask for is peace.

You have what you will.

Just leave me alone.