when's the last time u sent an i luv u.?. then again i should ask myself why i refuse to put my heart to use... n the thoughts linger on the feel of someone close... is it we miss the interaction or are we built for the motions it takes to find home.?. do u ever drift like loosened daydreams wondering what in the fuck.?. trying to reason with choices jus trying the attempt a new version of likes evolving into luv... living with the memories u cannot share with anyone as if they do not exist... forgetting the sensitivities of the pressing of willing lips that jus wanna live... holding the restraints tighter than they could ever capture the imagination to heal... does ur nights seem to go without the comfort you've sought out to believe is real.?. lost in the darkness laying in the trenches of holes dug to hide from the pain that transforms into the lack of hope... looking at faces of those bypassed due to the fear of desires coming to life like nope.!. having a curiosity here n there that tingles for the comeback to be epic yet u cannot cross over n open up to a set of unknown eyes... yeah, i endure the plot twist as well as u do with so much more to give than entertaining the hype... when names change what's the fuckin point in relations when friends ain't real enough to be honest for once.?. as walls close in for some time until self evolves into a better version that comprehends the terms n conditions of true intent in which creates the rush... are u afraid to dabble beyond the convo simply bcuz u allowed yourself to drag out a prior moment that should've been the decision to let go of.?. laughing at times since, from behind closed doors that mute gestures n grins peeked at in the mirrors trust... never to allow an other to dig deeper than their own bared stability... knowing we need not of more insecurities by not being given a change will spin the head ruining individuality... i too jus want the end to save the time spent with someone laid up in the sooth goin the distance.!. balanced out on levels of maturity that become the playful side of no hesitance... dancing within for the joy that returns to the crave in that one that corrects the mind of what is truly free... as self being able to be as the other is as they come to be... where are u mentally in this loony bin of self entitlements n reactions.?. actions being of ones own determinations on how to adjust to the outsiders uselessness of satisfactions... when's the last time u felt something genuinely moving.?. said some shit that meant something along the lines of if the tongue could speak on its own words would never end to what's amusing... as self comes back to reality to witness what carelessness looks like... sitting alone in the middle of a room without the destructible mindset of trying to claim an other as mine... coming to the conclusion that we only live once as we die slow... asking self what's it gonna take to find that comfort zone...
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