That little boy inside me, the one who loves to play, laugh, dance, and sing, the childlike teen who is struggling to understand a dishonor, a man confused by a lie.
*Doctor Google took me on a ride in a bucket, down an icy road for a few days to discuss the dishonesty. ( *A Nurse Practitioner who prescribes drugs for mental health patients, that think they know what medication they should get, because they Googled it created this idea)
After reading the toxic text message a few more times, I figured on searching for “false apology”. Thank goodness for Brainy Quote. Fifty-six pages in (it took a few days, as the lie was poison in my heart already, so I had to pause the research for health purposes), I found satisfaction.
To all the artists, homicide investigators, poor, the unsatisfied with their accomplishments, kids who wish their car was faster, their boots more expensive, their house on a hill, the minorities, underdogs, and others who clutch onto the Peter or Wendy flying in their hearts still, “waiting on the world to change”, holding their breath in high hope of enduring betrayal: