Different Kind Of Sprung – Day 319, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Sometimes I wonder if a woman will ever fall in love with me again.
But,
Nowadays I’m not so worried for a what-if,
I have no control over.
I’m quite sprung from the recoils of love when I walk outside,
And
Greet another.
Compliment someone’s jazzy music tunes ringing bells inside of my eardrums.
Being gregarious more often than being reclusive.
The truth is,
I’m afraid of connecting with a woman without being strong enough to hold  on to what brings us together.
The king of joy I’ve never really felt as often as I would’ve liked.
Where I look into my reflection with pure happiness,
And,
Confidence that everything will work out as it should…

Who am I to bring that kind of disappointment,
Upon the wings of a dove who’s purpose is to fly as high as they can,
To be as free as they deserve to be?
Nonetheless,
All I want is the same.
Freedom I’ve never felt grabbing hold of someone else’s pain tugging my arm back from reaching for light too bright for them to witness…

Maybe,
It isn’t about romance this time around.
Maybe,
It’s about the silence I can sit with now that the chair next to me is empty…