The main event…

It all leads I to the main event. After the butterflies due and sighs tend to vent. On the other side get luv forgets who’s a friend. There’s the beginning of a new era just past the inevitable end. It’ll all transform from strangers to luv’rs getting to know the details in one surfer’s design. But it’s in the mind safer emotions will do the time. Ignited by the thought of what used to be. Ignored so the feeling doesn’t remember the dream. Up at the top of the peak, there’s only one way down. As a direct version of self is the only one left to be found. From the joy of luv a darker place rises from the smoke. For every fire lit creates the ashes said to be a joke. Tongues don’t care beyond the fading of a kiss the bittersweet taste is difficult to wipe from the lips. Bcuz in the best of passion they a fear lingering with the thrill. And once it’s provoked words wanna kill. Telling tales from a one sided story that makes no sense. One hasta be aware of the chaos that’ll one day set in. Hasty moments can ruin the creation of a good life. If the heart insists on overriding the mind. Someone will forget what matters in the caterpillar stage. As those unfamiliar facial expressions change the truth on the face. Body language just won’t wanna be touched. As there’s no use in the luv making or even to be fucked. Bcuz the fuckery is mental with thoughts that drift with actions that cannot hide. Eventually turning away from the rains of why. Resorting back to a prior, more sensible sigh.  Losing of in the carelessness of self awareness we’ll loosen the tears that will fall. Meaning something to someone else will stall. All in all, It’s in the character not played but the one that stands within stability that’ll prevent foes from ever adapting to the hate. Allowing the flow to be the glue of emotions so two people can evolve together in their own weird way. The main event is determined by the choice of who is who. The only way to know is to live life in through. It’ll break a fainted heart quick if it thinks it has control. As pieces of the mind slowly begging to implode. One just haste be alert without crowding free will for the present to become a memorable past. Otherwise it’ll nothing but a passerby that’s one at a time leaving so fast. With short lived encounters that take up too much space in the head. Creating a monster living in disbelief that needs out to rest…