Sometimes I think expectations are little murderers. skulking down dark alley ways waiting to take our lives
They mentally tear us. Like a knife, slowly moving across soft flesh, blood pouring in warning, life draining.
Expectations open that wound up- bare-handed and search around, grasping intestines and arteries, pulling and tainting until we writhe in pain.
Sometimes they make it to the brain- little pathogens eating a hole creating a home in your cerebral, hijacking your thoughts, living through your actions.
Exterminating these little warriors is imprudent. We need them As much as they tear us apart- we need that war. To survive. To grow.
Wonderful ♥️
Beautifully written!
Thank you so much ❤