re:dedication

Cool clouds of over indulgence come to rain on my parade. The metaphoric mist hangs close to my skin, perspiring kisses to mock my dedication. Questions posed against my will bring an air of uncertainty, which, though unwelcome, freshens the debate. In the end I must rely on the confidence that got me here. Taking stock in the qualities of man and engaging in an act of planning in order to make it work. Life is a constant evolution of wants and needs; understanding the hierarchy is key the satisfaction of both.