the Everday is a dance.
or a play.
whichever you prefer.
sometimes someone misses a beat, forgets a line, steps on your cue or doesn’t answer the way you expected them to.
it happens, all the time.
you can stop the scene and say “what the fuck?”, or respond and keep it going.
no one being the wiser.
we must all learn to sway with each other.
i’ve always thought a willow was more appealing than an Oak tree.