Chasing life will alter the feel of actually living it. Money will steal the heart n leave it alone as time ticks. Then walls close in on the mind confusing the focus. As dealing with the choices made to survive resemble a tad bit hopeless. In a solo act in the middle of life not knowing where home is. Even though there's a roof above there's still no true worth in the ribs. Missing is the unknown version of self when hiding is a thing. Removing all attachments from reach to ease back n away from the scene. So far gone behind locked doors just trying to evolve. Wanting to be appealing in the aftermath of the details solved. All in the same of slipping into a void to remain safe. But hey, who's to blame for all the little mistakes? So why not stabilize in solitude n wait it out? Yet for how long is desires that's been patient to gather what's to be found. Without another sharing space in memories that create a story lived. N that's the kicker of the situation that has forgotten the pleasure of touch through a kiss. All in the makings of digging into a better way. To redefine the comfort from within before ever giving in to a different type of gain. Tucked beneath a front that allows others to believe whatever they want. Telling them all the single life is better by saying fuck luv! But the lie is merely a fib for so long. As the truth trickles through the skin n moves expressions that correct everything that's ever gone wrong. Just to bounce back with an overload that can't wait to get at it again. Although it's costly to think of years spent unaccompanied by a friend hand in hand...
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