my brain, the writer

we wait for life to find us.
like venimous snakes waiting to get eaten by a sky bound villain.
but we cant see the above, so we anticipate the shadows.
their a cue to run.
but when the shadows never come, we've just wasted the day.
and the nights are always worse for the fear feeds on the unknowing

everybody wants their life to be more exciting, more this, less that.
life is like a ball of play dough, shape it into what you want it to be.

forever, bee.