I hate sweet and sour sauce.
(So this is a few months old, but my page looked quite lonely and bare, so I figured I'd post something from my archives of writing.. Enjoy.)
Something that is meant to be sour, should never be coated over with deceiving sweetness. It’s not the way that is was meant to be.
I despise bittersweet situations, and yet, I find that I am trapped in the middle of one almost everywhere I turn. I haven’t quite figured out how I happen to walk into them, I just somehow do, and don’t realize it until I am too far gone. What is the benefit in veiled misconceptions? Especially when you know that they are sirens? Bejewled eyes, dazed, until the sharp edge pierces past your all too delicate skin and the familiar rouge is clearly visible once more.
Merry go rounds make me dizzy. I love them.
Who knew I’d get so tarnished?
