The callous day dreams don’t make sense anymore. Sleepless nights and stifled sobs, dampened pillows and nightmarish hours, I’ve well passed everything. I won’t need a shoulder to cry again, jumbled text messages and out of turn phone calls won’t do the trick anymore. I’ve grown up... bigger than what my mirror shows. I’ve imagined life to be like a black forest cake with melt-in-the-mouth vanilla ice-cream and cherry toppings….the more I have of it, the less overwhelmed I’ll be with it….. Enticements, temptations, lure….. I’ll ascend above these….detachment/liberation/redemption…. I’ll remain happy….by just being your stalker…content, disconnected and happy……