An Artist's Mind

You apologize for being who you are and ensure I know you will not change.

I respect this and yet find myself confused…

So much adjustment I see everyday in my life.

So many things I once swore would never…

…I now do.

I find myself looking to see how much of my view has changed in so little time.

Changed…?

Altered…?

Or adjusted?

Adjusted to the point where you are up there….. alone.

…and I am down here…. Alone.

In amazement I watch you clutch your precious fermentation.

How?

Something so draining on your heart could make you feel so falsely good.

I watch in silence as you cling so desperately to your sorrow…

So passionately.

So confidently.

No judgments are being passed.

I’ve chosen without choice to love you as you are.

I find myself subtly falling from your heart.

Or perhaps it is my imagination?

Or? Possibly your precious fermentation.