Assertion

Like an animal unbound with curiosity, I'm easy to trap, easy to trick. Prone to believe in things that don't exist because I'm hopeful. Seeing the world painted dull, I so desperately want something, anything to fill the hole where there used to be wonder. Like a child woken in dream at the climax by the suns beams. Quick to extrapolate from the remembered bits, but I'm much less quick to forget it. I'm holding on. Because the proximity of the naive at one point was annoying. Happily unthinking their problems while I tried to dislodge them. But their certainty in whatever beliefs is somewhat intoxicating. Their ability to blindly accept so much at one time is tempting. You tell me to loosen up, but believe it or not, this is me attempting. So for a moment or two, I neglect to argue. I don't want to push my inescapable doubt on you, because I know for certain what it's done to me. Caught halfway between that sense of knowing better and the history of being forced apart because I won't let it go. Even when I'm not certain, I'll assert that I know. I've come to hate books for their being so set in stone while my own thoughts are prone to dissapation like snow. "I know." Those two words heard daily. Because we'd all rather see our own sinking ships as sailing.