The winds come toward me

Slowly, the winds shift toward me, blowing away what I currently have.

And so now I am more mature, but no less secure. I am still afraid that people turn against me. And I almost don\’t put up a fight. C\’est la vie.

It is life if they leave me, betray me. Vengeance would be nice, but that\’s not the point. What I want is to be on something secure.

A lack of trust perhaps?

And that\’s why I believe I will turn against one. Everything is conditional, but I won\’t say it.

I am principled. And it troubles some people that I am like that. But to be in Chris\’ arms, it\’s a way I would always want to have.