Cyclical consumption stops here, friend, One second has opened these eyes, to everything new, to constant change, and since many could not give her the time of day,
I once met a lady.
She made this heart’s pulse fall upon eyelids, as she slid in closer to tell her secrets, burning words to lament this unforgivably stained memory, some use it for revenge , but others don’t have such luxury.
Fear of the Ultimate Rejection, became self-absorbed just like everyone else, just not as clever or witty. Constantly referencing the outside, determining if it will help me. In total limbo zones nothing changes too drastically, till it’s time to leave. Am I Ready?