The coin told me it would get better.
I flipped it in the air
It was silent when it gave the answer,
"The times will get better," it winked in my palm,
"When that will be..."

----I knew it would be long.
The coin fell to the floor, its wink nothing more
And obviously it lied.



Do you ever wonder if you leave too much up to fate and/or signs, hoping you will be given some answer? That has become my existence.


I fear I am a limerant. I'll exercise caution. Go with my instincts.