Leave me to revel.
I reside in the moment I tread the dark, lonesome sea that is composed of you.
So lovely, so lethargic.
Venturing for something more,
why can I discover nothing more within you?
What an empty man.
You are such a kind man.
My focal point, you know?
Where inside you can I find excitement, anticipation?
Is it possible that your feelings take refuge in the hollow of your cheeks,
or the curve of your soft, taunting smile.
How about the laugh in your eyes, your stare?
The stare that you give me because I know what makes you laugh.
Can I find the reality there?
Is it the fact that it is I who does not deserve the privilege of experiencing all of you?