Expectations.
They're hard not to make.
Your mind
just automatically needs
something to grasp, hold, imagine,
to load up space,
fill in the blank
Of a matter
unknown to you.
A parachute for what's to come,
Preparing your heart
For the worst
So you won't be let down
disappointed
By the outcome.
Or a reflection of yourself-
What you truly wish for,
What you want to happen,
Some sort of longing, yearning
Inside of you
Unbeknownst
perhaps even to yourself.
Or
I don't know
Maybe it's neither of those.
Regardless,
It changes how we enter
Into a given situation;
Our hopes, our thoughts
Preparing, driving
The even the slightest
things we do.
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»scatter-minded«
Poetrywe laugh, we cry. we love, we hate. we live, we breathe, we feel. life is said to be a roller-coaster ride, a puzzle, a journey, a story. and sometimes all that's needed is a little pause, to take a breath and contemplate all of its little matters...
