Standing My Ground

I'm standing here. Fists tight. The sun is shining down on me but it's cold out. I have spoken. And now I will just stand here. The shadows the sun creates on the pavement have an ominous feel. She's no longer who she was... that person is fading.

My eyes are wide open, I'm staring straight ahead. This road has been rocky by nature... as is life. Rarely goes how you see it in your fantasies because to get to the fantasy you have to eat the apple and fall asleep. For years. You can't just be without having become that which you did not want to be. Suffering is not romantic, it's ugly. Even Romeo and Juliet chose to end their suffering quickly.

The ground will probably shake again and I will run to the doorway I've now opened for shelter. Letting things crash around me, not without care but without trying to figure out how to keep the plates on the shelf before even knowing the earthquake was on it's way.

I will continue holding my little place here. Because this little place is all any of us have. Our own little worlds, shaken not stirred for me, please. Settled but never complete until we're asked to say goodnight.