kristress
The only thing I've ever wanted is to be near the one who is supposed to be mine. Never seems to work out that way.
The root of the problem, the root of all evil, well-rooted, root for your team, root beer, square root, deep roots, rooted to the spot--I got nothin'.
Skeleton key, skeleton in the closet, skeleton framework, skeletons whirling to the Danse Macabre in that filmstrip in elementary school music class every Halloween. I hated it but I couldn't wait to see it every year because it meant costumes and parties and trick-or-treating was right around the corner. Holidays were still special then; now there's only the skeleton of that enthusiasm remaining, hung with dread and pressure and the keeping up of appearances. I suppose it's a real Halloween skeleton now.
Ticket to paradise, ticket to ride, tickets as entry, tickets as trade, tickets for punishment, tickets for rewards. Yeah, that's the ticket. If I had a ticket to his heart...I probably wouldn't use it, because it would feel too much like cheating.
For life and for other things. Happens when you don't want it and especially when you do want it, and has a mind of its own. Consumes and confuses, but often has very little to do with thinking at all.
Failure is a concern a fear a concept, something to avoid, something that can't be avoided. It happens to me, to you, to everyone, and anyone who's ever succeeded has failed enough to know what not to do. Don't fail me now, and if I do, will it matter to you?