How Do You Like Me Now?

What if following your feelings is like a trick question (and every emotion feels like the wrong one)

It’s actually a funny story-

You scare me like the first day of winter when the sun is shining but frost bites at the tip of my fingers and I pull back, withdrawing my hand from the sharp air.

You scare me like the angles in which light breaks when looked at refracted through a prism: my feelings go off in every direction.

You scare me like the disbelief I have when someone tells me they enjoy my company, leaving me longing for more but I lack the bravado to return the favor.

You scare me like every sketch that I envision every time I have to tell someone I disagree with them on something I’m petrified to share (which is everything and always).

You scare me like a little insect that chisels into my room, so tiny, yet having so much impact on me that I won’t sleep.

And finally, you scare me so much of how you resemble my fear of the dark until a few years ago, when not turning every light on in my house was not an option.

I love the thrill

There is beauty in a sunny but cold winter day, where incidences of light penetrate the cold air leaving a warm plaid of sight to see

There is beauty in looking at all the different colours that get broken up out of a whole, telling me different things still make up one reality

There is beauty in people sharing their time together, for that little piece of life is never to be returned or exchangeable for any other favor.

There is beauty in having a rich fantasy, maybe more suitable for story telling rather than eating away my energy that should’ve fed my food for thought.

There is beauty in a little creature, seeking refuge in an enormous world that is probably way scarier than the little fellow itself.

And finally, I leave the lights off for as you keep your head high you will see the beauty of the stars.