'Taking The Long Way Round.'

To Me It Would Seem That I Need To Invest In You.
To Work At It.
I'm Not Fond Of My Life's Canvas Becoming Infested With Bitter, Empty, Pointless, Poisons.
Instead I Need To Invest In Something Worth It.
But What's It?
'That's About As Good As It Gets.'
'That's Worth It's Weight In Gold'
'Because You're Worth It'.
Worth?
Hmm.
Debatable Is My New Favourite Word.
Because Lately I Can't See Any Existence Of A 'Level Playing Field'.
Right? Wrong?
Bollocks.
You've Got The Preachers Preaching Something,
While The 'Anti Preachers' Are Preaching Something Back To The Preachers,
Who Were Subsequently Preaching To The 'Anti Preachers' About Their Right To Preach,
While The 'Anti Preachers' Defend Their Right To, Um... Preach.
Makes Sense, Right?
I Know What I Mean In My Head.
What My Voice Box Says Or My Fat Fingers Type,
Could Be Another Matter.
We're All So Desperate For Attention,
To Be Noticed.
Have You Ever Thought That The One You May Never Have Noticed,
May Be The Person Who's Noticing You?
We Want To Stand Out.
So Stop Trying To Fit In With The Out Crowd.
Crowd = Crowded.
There's Too Many.
Be You, It's The One Thing No One Else Can Be.
I Love Waking Up In A Certain Tent,
At Certain Events.
Early Enough To Be Tired For The Rest Of The Day,
But Just In Time To See The Sun Working It's Magic While Most People Miss It.
Zipping Open My Door And Wrapping It Up Just Enough To Let That Lovely Breeze In.
Then Sit With My Feet In The Sun,
Doing My Make Up Trying To Interpret 'The Natural Look/Bed Head' Combo.
Until I Can Be Bothered To Fufill My Glam Mission For The Day.
Then Sit With My Music On, Book Open.
Then Wait For Other Early Risers To Make An Appearance.
This Weekend I Felt Like A Different Person.
I Wanted To Go Out, Meet New People.
Stay Out Late, Get Lost, Make Friends.
And Those Stupid Questions Never Popped Into My Head.
'I Can't Do That What Will They Think Of Me'
'What If They Don't Like Me'
Etc.
But For Once I Thought 'Screw It'.
I Felt Like Owning It.
Maybe Abit Fearless.
What A Maverick, Ay?
Either Way My Silly Mumblings Mean Something To Me.
I Fit Into A Dress I Bought 2 Years Ago.
I Dolled Up.
Introduced Myself To Strangers.
Went Off Alone, Got Lost.
But I Still Went Off Alone And Met New People.
Got In Late.
But I Felt Brilliant.
New Friends And Old.
Fantastic.
I Don't Know If To Be On A Hight Because It Was Ace.
Or Low Because It's Over.
My Heart Hurts So Bad Because I Was Looking Forward To It For SO Long.
It Was So Very Much Worth It. xXx