Perhaps I was wrong. I didn’t read it right. I saw what I wanted because even though I’ve done my best to avoid it, I knew deep down that it is where I’d be found.
Perhaps I was misguided. It was just a kind gesture and nothing more. Pushing a pebble but making it a boulder, Sisyphus laughing the entire time.
Perhaps I was blind and didn’t want to know the truth. That I saw it and my doubts were valid, that I was wrong and my confidence was false.
Perhaps, like most days, I am making something out of nothing. Perhaps. Perhaps. Perhaps. Shouldn’t there be a sign? Something from the divine telling me, “Yes…”?
Like a poster on the wall, these concerns will hang reminding me of a better time.
Perhaps, but none of those things matter much because the enjoyment was never intended to be mine.
Perhaps I’ll happily sit here and perhaps…I’ll smile as I close my eyes.