A phase…

Phases differ and every now and again the passing of others is felt later in life. For in the moment people are in there own way attempting to figure out what’s on their minds. Not everyone feels the need to hurt their emotion to fit another’s twist. There’s levels to the process even though two individuals could very possibly coexist. It’s in the timing of where someone is mentally that determines the balance within the comfort. And when strangers come and go as if in a revolving door wanting everything and so much more. Just to watch them fade away from the grasp is the second they’re placed in a past. It’s the situation of inner makings that matters as thoughts keep to the facts. Where ready for relations or on idle bcuz a pause would be nice. The choice is only truthful when it’s respectfully spoken without a lie. Even if the interested one reaching for the heart doesn’t get what they crave. They’ll soon realize the luv they seek will come along and stay. But to lose the chance will remain for a while until it to becomes vague. Waiting with patience for self to change. We’re all in a version that is suitable to what’s relevant to us. With no wrong way to be when chasing or running from luv. Drifting is sometimes necessary for growth so we can honestly prepare the contents in true form. Dreaming of the day in which snuggles up to a well deserved norm. Bypassing the impatient ones bcuz they can’t wait to be happy. As the understanding of such is met with a nod that someday will be laughing. Living with arms wrapped around a body that’s on the same page. Unforced to open up and give worth to an enforcer demanding selfish gains. At ease is the concept without purposely leading anyone on. Caught up on the stage seen by eyes that wanna dive into the core. Chapters like episodes are junctures where steps taken get to where the going leads the way. To hear a soothing voice whisper the sound that creates self’s name. Knowing there are so many that can fill the void. Just to transform gradually from a stagnant aspect into a primed type at some point. Accepting the flow of entanglements that are as natural as breathing air. It’s not a game to those who knows the impact of a stare. Or the tenderness of a touch that sinks beneath the surface. There’s nothing worse than a useless kiss that expresses a worthlessness. So the difference in the conditions is a must. Standing on one’s own long enough until curiosity awakens to trust. Playing with lusts on the lips of a luv’r who excites reason to adapt. Yet it wasn’t them that broke through the barrier of what self lacked. They just happened to stroll on by when the correction have been made. And that’s when we’re too notice there phase…