maybe this life isn’t the one

where i get that all-consuming

soul shattering

kind of love.

maybe

i’m just naive.

i’m just wishing for more meaning.

wishing that i’m meant for more.

maybe

too many disney movies have ruined me.

they’ve maybe ruined what i had in mind for my life.

maybe all i’m meant for is small.

small town. small dreams. small life.

small moments of incredible love, instead of a lifetime of it.

the only thing giving me solace is the posssibility

that my soul has done something,

experienced something,

so monumental

so incredible,

that this life is simply a break from the exceptional.

maybe. just maybe.