The troubles of being intentional…. intentionally sensational,
captivatingly curious, despite those blatantly oblivious.
See, the mysterious hold a pot of gold brewing beneath the surface.
Not everyone can peek into it, interpretation is key.
But not anyone can decipher it,
the text turning tables as it silently admonishes.
Not illegible- just subtle, in it’s esoteric terms.
Read me like the hieroglyphics that no one bothered to learn.
Flip my pages and possibly I’ll turn this into a happy ending.
As importantly as love, we all need understanding.
Always Love,
Kimmy
So bluntly sincere.... 