perhaps i would have used a different word than “cooler”
the disappointment that follows when
what reality beholds painstakingly shreds your delicately
formed image of what you thought everything was supposed to be
and ever so slowly, the veil of mystery that covers the nakedness and rounds the curves of your enticing existence slides off your extremities. it does not mirror the musings of my mind’s eye.
i am reluctant to look any further.
and damn, your words are as fluffy as they can possibly get
you cant tell whether you should be crying with joy
or frowning in confusion
i hate being confused