maybe i'm being too optimistic

by girly
i've spent the last four years cursing my innocence and my unshakable naivete, and even more their tenacity. now that they threaten to leave me, i almost don't want to see them go. i think i like them... i don't know... i'm afraid of how the world will look without the rose-colored glasses and the daffodils in my pockets.
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// hold fast to your optimism, i pray / my train of thought departed at approximately 2:13 p.m.--if and when my thoughtless breathing, prototypical heartbeat, muscle movements to ruined-cuticle fingers to keyboard memorization have steadily hastened its pace to meet on point with mind--i will write in continuance / til then, i bid you fare well // (you will find the like) - dan - i'm missing our late night conversations...
Don't ever listen to brothers.

*Ash