Assumptions (POEM)

See Also: The Autopsy of Assumptions

She told me she was busy,
and the wait made me queasy.
But she wouldn’t come and talk,
I knew I couldn’t just balk.

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The Autopsy of Assumptions

TAOA
The day to day monotone of an individual often relies on unconventional methods to make it viable. Then again, conventionality is a relative term, with it’s definition changing as a perceiver changes. Considering the monotone as a terrain, with peaks and valleys, plateaus and plains gives a handy idea. The valley following a peak may often be harmful. You can navigate that by either cutting off the peak; which unsurprisingly none of us want to; or by filling in the valleys. Perhaps the most common way to fill these valleys are the receiving of assurances, trust, love and appraisal. And none of the aforementioned gifts are guaranteed. So what does one do!? Either hit the floor hard or at least create a temporary cushion not exactly lasting, but good enough to absorb the fall? The cushion is often¬†imaginary¬†fake assumed.

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