Knots and Gingerbread
Sometimes I would like to write… Not of anything great, maybe important, but mostly something that isn’t a struggle, but a flow. My mind is often in knots, few worth using the energy to untangle but rather enjoy life with. I know it sounds dramatic but given a few important factors, it is a legitimate threat in many ways. It’s quite possible the knots will be my undoing.
I imagine having a Passover meal with her, something amazing, something undeserving for my palette. And while swallowing a perfect bite, the curtains shut and the stage act that was my self control closes. People applaud the act, wishing to be one of the characters in the modern day fairy tale.
The princess however; due to her unflinching love never left breadcrumbs, but with stride, grace, and abundant passion she followed the smell of tarts and pies through the big, bad, dark forest and to the top of the pearl tower looking behind and over conquered trials and tribulations; she never thought to let her illustrious unbreakable hair grow.
Love and genetics are a real motherf*cker and it will scare you when you are lucky enough to have it.
Interesting. Very open to interpritation.
That would very much be the point