discovering that being realistic changes my perspective

there’s one complete realist

as realism isn’t pretty

but opening the veil of artifice

exposes us (me)

and i want to live real

when the soul guides our
hearts + minds:
we are

it is in the little things that we fail,

that mountains grow.

when we shrug away a seemingly inconsequential deed we could do

or word we could say,

ignore a word that we hear

feeling soft today (me)

seems basic and simple, to be realistic, doesn’t it?