a false premise was the start of everything that went wrong in the end, or in correct thinking, it never actually went wrong, as it was actually wrong all along. lets just say it was wrong from the beginning.

a void was blinded from our eyes, and the only way we kept from seeing it was seeing each other, balancing the unruly truth from flipping us inside out.

your laugh sounded as smooth as silver as it played back in my mind like on old, crackling vinyl left on a dusty shelf. honey soaked skin made everything seem just natural to me, and as simple as it might sound, this attraction that at first seemed so wonderful is now unbecoming.

I just wish it was more efficacious to my thoughts.

(j.a.r.)