DISTRACT ME
Distract me please. THIS, is not my world. I don’t want it closing down on me, fast! It’s all a blur and everything’s so new to me. And yet the same old familiar feeling is like an omnipresent entity luring me to enter a domain that’s not what I could comfortably call mine. Like color swatches, I was often near the pristine hues, if not, with the earth tones. Never with the glaring extremes. Never with the moody solids. I am the preppy school girl. Often predicted to neither be the submissive nor the activist type, I am comfortably in between. Well balanced, and yes, maybe, well bred, enough to be stereotyped as the serene philantrophist, the blanch politician, the neutral lawyer, the Celine Lopez-type fashionista/writer, the sublime entrepreneur. And what I’m undergoing right now, THAT, certainly, is not my type. Or should I now say "was" not my type. Still waters run deep? I really don’t know. But I’m far too scared to explore and then suddenly realize that I really maybe being sucked in too fast. A month ago: "Leo, what do you think? Maybe I should change my sweet image." I’m the blue rose. Blue, unconventional. Rose, still traditional. What’s not there to like at all? Answer me Jmi.
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Distract me please. THIS, is not my world. I don’t want it closing down on me, fast! It’s all a blur and everything’s so new to me. And yet the same old familiar feeling is like an omnipresent entity luring me to enter a domain that’s not what I could comfortably call mine. Like color swatches, I was often near the pristine hues, if not, with the earth tones. Never with the glaring extremes. Never with the moody solids. I am the preppy school girl. Often predicted to neither be the submissive nor the activist type, I am comfortably in between. Well balanced, and yes, maybe, well bred, enough to be stereotyped as the serene philantrophist, the blanch politician, the neutral lawyer, the Celine Lopez-type fashionista/writer, the sublime entrepreneur. And what I’m undergoing right now, THAT, certainly, is not my type. Or should I now say "was" not my type. Still waters run deep? I really don’t know. But I’m far too scared to explore and then suddenly realize that I really maybe being sucked in too fast. A month ago: "Leo, what do you think? Maybe I should change my sweet image." I’m the blue rose. Blue, unconventional. Rose, still traditional. What’s not there to like at all? Answer me Jmi.