it doesn't happen to me but fuck the feeling bcuz i'm not into what's not happening. the game of what's what ain't a thing that's needing a figuring out. laugh out loud. what else is there to be said. i just haven't it in me to roll with the circumstances trying figure out luv. fuck the illusion of an us. there's just a you and there's a me in the middle of what we could become as we find our way through life. and in my mind, there's no regrets if the outcome leaves me in a solo act where it's back to the realization of all there is, is i. don't play along to the unknown future that is yet to confirm your existence in my life as we attempt to creep so smooth. ease on back and live loose. the now is in the making of nothing written in stone. so don't get ahead of yourself wanting to pledge a verbal confirmation when words are as cheap as the ease of being alone. that's not saying, there's not a possibility to realize where the heart wants to be. but ain't that left to the imaginations left to dream. call me a disbeliever in a lifetime of there's only one person that's gonna comfort the illusion an ever after. as the subtle chuckle reaches laughter. i'm just a single individual with a lack of interest to believe in another's direction when hidden intent always surfaces before the drowning of happily beginnings evolve into what never mattered. maybe i've been around too long in situation that transformed into where i am today. or possible, it's an endless case of looking at everyone like their the same ol same. it's the sigle version of self that needs a correcting, i know. but damn if the norm is the misinterpretation of worth showing face without fake smiles that somehow seem to glow. so, who's to blame when even you speculate the outcome before the rush catches up to the heart? where is there a moment to start?
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