Specluative perspective is the mood for tongiht. Investigating my reality; ruminating under moonlight. With a stilleto stemmed glass filled with Chardonnay, I'll take my first person on a questionable display.
Do I judge too harshly? Do people push me over? Do my emotions control my chemical composure? Do I practice empathy by wearing someone's shoes? While trying to understand a different point of view?
Do I come off as authenitc? Do I truly mean my words? Or do I come off as crazy and totally absurd? Do I aim to please people and forget about myself? Do I take offense with my pride being shelved?
Are my beliefs, the truth? Or are they just an illusion? Gaslighting me into a state of confusion. Honesty will protect me from a world that's cold and bitter. Hindsight’s the appetizer, and perspective, is what's for dinner.