Prose

SATISFACTION

· By Wishful Thinking

She walks into the room and stares, her heartfelt desires are coming true but are they really what she wants? She is nervous.

He looks into himself not knowing if he can handle it. what will the thoughts be? Why is it him? He is worried

Her old hands are shaking, she can barely pick up what she needs to so that she can complete her 9-5 that she still works. She is in pain.

He is sitting alone pondering what to do next, is their another step up or is this it? Looking back helps none in looking forward. He is scared

Why she is crying no one knows but her. it will be difficult to go through. she can’t decided.

Who can make us feel? Why do we need love? Where do the questions stop?

We go through time and wonder as to what we will do in life, and if we can live up to all there is to live up to.

We all fail and the hurt seeps in, it cracks the seemingly innocent walls of our hearts. We are all here and trying to survive. Is it evolution, human nature or God, that we are like this?

There is a choice of whether or not to know, love, laugh, and hope.