Living the Nightmare...Like a Boss

*Romance has no survival value. It merely gives value to survival

Relationships are created, or should I say intended, to make life’s stagnation fade—to give ardor to the day. Their comes the day in the little girl’s life when she stops looking for shapes in the clouds. 

No little one, with your maidenhead obliterated. You now have a man for that feeling of exquisite bliss and caprice. Stare and glare into him for hours upon hours. He is what you worship now. He has taken over the role of God.

But she is not at ease with his reflexive glare. She obsesses as to whether or not he notices her uneven edges and dark circles…the ones all over. The war is over. Perhaps she can rest.

She worries the beauty and splendor of his scenery doesn’t match hers. He doesn’t get to have the august majesty of the great sky, but the dowdy ash-covered lump taking up room in his pupils. The clouds never judged this much. She wishes, though futilely, to put her head in them once again.