Emotional

Vulnerable....emotional...I throw a penny in the purple wishing well under the willow...only to find that it lands in a hornets nest. I run for my life, but they don't even take chase...am I even alive? I'm breathing but I'm not sure it's oxygen I take in...maybe it's sunshine or rain from the village or Rumpskin...I wipe my eyes, blue paint smears my face, I stick out my tongue and catch a snowflake and another season is gone...life passes before mine eyes...and the phone doesn't ring...why must I be so vulnerable?