Someone Invented maybe

Born on Valentine's, yet I thought of love as a marketing ploy for the majority of my life. As I saw “He’s mine” slowly turn to “She’s mine too”, Ive become a little less of a cynic. My name is my mom’s and dad’s combined, as if I would have kept them together.

I believe that smiles make cents and laughter is a well-known form of currency. I also think it odd of me to compare my favorite things, to green greed.

Money to me a viridian vessel draining us of our potential.

Personified

thoughts can

easily get twisted,

when you are a walking contradiction.

What is it like to make a decision?

Does it feel sure, secure to have such precision?

Like a peaceful night's sleep.

Snug real tight able to turn out all the lights, with no fear of options lurking.

I don’t want to have to pick and choose, I think the gray area is nice. I see the colors black and white as both alluring. Black is for nightfall and closed-eyed wishes. With white, I can paint out my fruitions.

My favorite color is a union of blue and green, and I always try to reason with both sides of things. I'm nowhere near selfish yet far from selfless. When it comes to making a choice I get too close to the fence.

In a body with solutions halfway between yes or no, there is clarity in the inexplicable.

Thank God someone invented maybe though.