Confessions of a Kashmirican

There are rare moments when I feel inspired to write something new, based on philosophical ramblings that my mind loves to dive into whenever I zone out. (I personally enjoy this source of inspiration, it’s where I get the bulk of my creativity from.) This time, I started wondering how a jaded narrator would respond to a proposal from a perpetual flirt. Here’s what I ended up with: “I love you,” you say, “And I want you to stay.” And? What would you have me do? What future would you lead me to? Ribbons and roses, Fake smiles and poses, Will soon give way To a grim and gray Lifetime drenched in rain. Spare me the tears, The heartache and fears! Sweet nothings of today Could never hold sway To the sorrow Of tomorrow... You’ll pass out at a bar With another on your arm. Words alone slip through like sand, That foundation won’t stand. Want me to stay? Then hear what I say: I want a tower Built through the power Of two strong souls Whose dreams and goals Are consistently tended to With call