It might not be fair, to exercise our judgement
based on first impressions alone,
second glance looks,
and four way stops.
We can’t see inside someone else’s soul
though, we are wary of a serial killer with a knife
who claims to be reformed, and has a glint of evil in his eye,
while he cuts the red velvet cake.
We might feel someone is beyond redemption—that they aren’t worth the risks, but
what do we risk, if we accept someone, again?
Maybe, the most power words we can say to ourselves are, “You can’t hurt me.”
We are only as vulnerable as we allow ourselves to be.
The fear of being taken advantage of
and it happens all the time.
If we close ourselves off, it will happen again.
If we show people who we really are, they will gradually get to know who we really are.
As we get older, we can see the risks, or is it that we become more conservative and closed off?
Why not venture far, beyond our limits?
aren’t worth it.
A man who has gone to war
A peaceful man
and all of the things
that could interfere with his peace.
Writing about what scares me
As a careful person, I enjoy my careful life
but there are moments
when I step into the sublime
with the help of a good friend.
We can be better with the people we trust, if we recognize that friendship blinds us.
It makes us see people through rose-colored glasses.
We see red, and we love who we know.
We see red, and we hate who we don’t know.
I understand when someone says,
I ask you,