There are often multiple ways to get where we want to go.
In pursuit of joy, I can either find it,
Or settle for toxic bridges that eventually lead to it.
Making a habit of rationalizing the prickly spaces that lead to “greener pastures”
Or — or — bear with me here —
Instead of enduring the bottomless wrath of loveless children
Looking to use me as their soul powered battery
I jump their prickly aura entirely
And land, exactly where I need to land;
Anywhere other than where they’ll be.
– O.D. ©2022
Art by: viktorow
“If you can’t handle me at my worst, you don’t deserve me at my best” — the Main Character of the Universe (probably)