Stop.

Never ever,

Allow yourself to graze the rose petal garden and grasp the watercolors of the sky.

It’s too dangerous;

Do not cast this evil spell.

It will cause a corrosion of chaos,

A field of dancing dreams and a stage of dripping glass slippers.

If you don’t turn that sun dial towards something like:

Insecure crickets or silenced wrecking balls; they will poison your soul.

You’ll never shake hands with your destiny, and,

Darling, you’ll break your own heart.

If you’re waiting for the ripples of the ocean to reciprocate, then,

Your ears are ready to embrace the ultimate truth:

You feel too much; you know that.

You are a dramatic daffodil, a sensitive starfish, and a terrified torch of light that doesn’t know how to breathe.

Don’t ever convince yourself that:

Words are beautiful, communication is romantic, and feelings are a right of passage.

Clearly you need to be reminded that:

“Your heart is worthy of a majestic story,”

Is a catastrophic lie because,

“Your brain is not capable of reasonable thoughts,”

Screams reality through a bandaid of truth.

Your compassionate eyes, your tender smile, and your ability to listen to the whispers of the wind,

Is useless.

Thinking that you are an indecisive igloo, a foolish pot of gold, and a satirical bundle of balloons,

Is along the right track.

Learning to trust yourself,

Will not diminish any of your fears,

But dismissing your concerns, hiding from the monster of confrontation, and ignoring the broken road that is set before you,

Might bring you comfort.

Keeping your star-gazed questions to yourself,

Is the right thing to do.

Sharing the inner-most layer of your complicated core;

It is not something to waste your time on.

Black and white canyons of denial will always shut the door on rainbow fireflies that constantly seek approval.

You are a paradox and there's nothing you can do about it.

Now read it again from the bottom up.