The phase...

 The ache, the wait n the wonder. Seems sense can't be made of how the drift wanders. With how being the positive side of desperation. Yet at night the darkness doesn't move to respirations. Alone, hidden n aware of choices that create the heartache. The mind, the thoughts, provokes love to avoid the games. As friends from strangers fall back into the lost. Feeling the emotional attempt to access sacred nerves with a touch so soft. Around n around n around the faces transform into memories stuck in the head. I'm the descending of protecting selfish wants of the chest. The meet, the greet, the chance of yes or no. Red flags n triggers end the moments on the go. So onwards the picking asks, what is wrong with me? But the mirror had no answers when others create their own dreams. Their own expectations, their own motivations, their own lack of working on themselves. As the shun is the step away from the fans ol routine. Not wanting to help cover up their past seeking a new thing. Bcuz they do not reflect self in any way shape or form.  N yet, desire will forever want so much more. To break the cycle, feel the passion n find comfort in finding something real. The hmm allows  curiosity to reach for someone healed. For relations to witness luv  last. Just after the phase of who's who under masks...