Notes

I'm like a piece of paper, weak but useful. My desires are like scissors since they cut through me without much effort. I've done a lot to try to break my desires but that seems to make things worse. I thought maybe I could find ease if I express my problems in a verse, that didn't work. I know eventually I'll grow out of my desires since that seems to be the only way. But I still think about solutions that's why I don't have much to say. I'm not actually shy or even quite I just choose when to talk. I choose when to sprint when to jog or when to walk. But what does that have to do with my problems? Well every challenge is an up hill battle right. And I've found that I find peace when I don't indulge in all that twattle hype. Yes twattle is a word. I know at least for me out growing my desires won't prevent them from coming back but I know what will, a wife. Someone to hold me down so those scissors will have a hard time getting all the way through. That's the type I want. A wife who isn't the product of today's corrupt and lost society because what good would it be for me to marry someone weaker then I? I don't need superwoman or wonder woman or any other of those unrealistic hoes. I want a real woman. I'm a weak piece of paper who needs a strong rock to SMASH the scissors which are my desires! But not now, not yet.
-Just a metaphor I thought of, it's 100% true though.