Longing like always, again I seem to find my way back into the confines of fate's heavy limbo.
I've been smitten by a letter. The why is easy, she is beautiful with surely deceitful depths dying to be taken for granted. I couldn't say how, though. How is succumbed in blind memory, fragments of want seeping into god-forsaken absence, desire into necessity begging for amore.
But nothing's new, forever is as forever was.
Maybe it's because I'm directionless and just don't want to submit. Or, likely, if I could say so myself, these masterminded masterpieces are nothing more than an ill-seeded facade to shade me from exposure. Inexperience is haunting, always haunting me. Whichever it is, my heart has gone mute.
But nothing's new, forever is as forever was.
Her, her, her. I'm just a kid in a candy store without any money. Without any experience. Without any courage. It's all so...complicated. Unnecessarily complicated.
Maybe it's just against my nature to impose myself. To wax my embarrassing self on someone I really like. Or to pursue someone I don't care about, just to know.
I'm sickeningly traumatized by this sort of stuff, but I'm too hollow to forget about this business. Optimistic on a quarter cup and filling my empty heart with everything else; no matter what I do, I'm still subdued.
Visions and longings, don't amount to much. Not much in the end, so I've found.
But, hopefully, I won't let this one stop there, so let's not talk about the past anymore.
