its like... married life versus a promiscous lifestyle.
its like... security versus experimentation.
its like... comfort versus the attractive suction of whirlwind romance.

i always feel,
when there are things to dear to you and you cannot accept the way they are,
you have to change to not lose them,
to love those dear, even more dearly.

have i changed?
somewhere inside my deep pocket,
i somehow somewhat, missed what i used to have.
for its funny,
when i had them,
i felt it was so superficial.

maybe its the comparism to the environment.
from where i am standing,
the safe boat in the calm waters,
i miss the fun the winds and storm once brought.

the spirit attached to the choice,
the lifestyle i've grown to adapt.
the romantic in me, greatly hushed.
the independence soared.

i'm comfortable..... and i really don't want to even try dissecting how thin the line is between comfort and love.

many dimensions,
each has its own opinions.
what i used to be, have craved for what i have now.
yet what i am now, i am not at peace with it.

please,
stop waking up the sleeping-old-me.