...and you don't feel anything bad about it.
No premonitions or predictions,
no anticipations of an avalanche
of hurt and disappointment.
You just let it happen.
And you're not used to good.
So although you know it's good...
...you don't think it's real
and you wait to wake up,
you wait for someone to wake up,
because surely you're in someone's dream
if not your own.
And you wonder why it took so long to find something good,
wasting too much time on the comfortable bad,
waiting for something bad to become good...
...or at least be good enough
but good enough
usually isn't very good at all.
And bad doesn't ever get better.
But good sometimes becomes great.
I don't think I've ever been great. But I might, one day.
When Pretty Good Is Good Enough
The Best I'll Ever Have?
The Best I Ever Had