Supplication

Why must I weigh this decision upon my scales? It is something that never crossed my mind, in any form but a fleeting reason to judge against another person. It is something that had always struck me as a sign that someone was ruled by their desires, weak to their own attributes. The fact that the seed of this idea, planted and watered by a person I should expect to weed out such things, sews the threads of insecurity into an intricate fabric. It's abhorrent, and yet the weed can't be ignored. Once the tap root is mature, there will be no means of removal. If the two of us continue living upon this land, I will be forced to either eradicate the weeds, or learn how to use them for sustenance. The longer I ignore it, trying to bend light around it in my mind, the more leaf it will bare. I cannot will it away upon winds of my disapproval, like a child sulking and glaring at toy they dislike but are forced to enjoy for the benefit of an elder that gave it to them. This tantrum rages in my head, and all because of a thought; an epic typhoon in the atmosphere of Jupiter.