Note for My Wall

it's no good
after all.
it has been cut in half
drawn and
quartered and
hung out to dry.

it was hardly good
even when it was good.

the ego gets caught
in a web of desire
the ego creates that strange mirage,
love.

I need a new home for my ego.
who will she be
this time?

~Charles Bukowski

Release

So silly of me to think for a split second that I was the cause to that demise. My ability to lock out certain people and turn off the stream of emotion isn't self-sabotaging after all- it's the single greatest quality of self preservation. My heart can sense when the pieces of the puzzle don't fit, way before my logical and impulsive brain catches up. So I thank my guarded heart for being way wiser than my conscious self will ever be.
I feel a renewed sense of hope in love today!
Mahalo <3