I’m aiming for something very promising. Every time I fantasize having it and I start getting excited, something tells me not to be too hopeful, that it could go either North or South. Then I tame my excitement, I put a leash on my positive energy, I restrain my imagination till all I’m left with is a half-baked confidence pie.
So yesterday when my fantasies were prepping for another electrifying trip, the reminder returned, and this is what I told it; to hell with you!
So on behalf of everyone with a hope and an expectation, but has a nagging reminder of the possibility of it not actualizing, this’ our anthem, our doubt repellent!
To hell with you!
You obnoxious reminder of the possibility of failure,
To hell with you.
You party pooper, fun destroyer,
You pot of cold water,
Pouring yourself over my heated, zealous body
To hell with you.

You wave of discouragement
Masquerading as a reality check,



