| Soon after, the warmth diminished; Light turned to night, the crisp aroma of bliss has lost it's fragrance.Enervation seems to be the word to describe the overall situation. After all, it's the aftermath of perhaps, too much saccharine gestures and luscious words.
To quote Ryl,"You still have friends..". Then again, it's like I'm back to the point where friends are just lucent figurines. The sewed wound has imperceptibly ripped itself apart, causing scarlet droplets to beam from the edge of the injury; Retrospects of that excrudicating pain resembles rolling tides crashing upon the naked shores.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not agonizing from celeste's abrupt departure. In fact, it's another peculiar romance that instilled this contradictoriness. There's this whirlpool of mixed emotions swarming within which makes me play the role of a debater; I'm yearning for a beginning, but I'm afraid to inject further affections, for I'm certained it's definitely going to be tedious, and maybe, hopeless(?)
Ever tried pulling a nail off the wall? That's how my emotions are for Gen right this instant. So, even if someone managed to convince me that I'm heading for a dead end; How am I supposed to reverse and find an egression from this one way street?
FUCK, WHEN'S THIS SET OF PREDICAMENTS GOING TO SETTLE THEMSLEVES DOWN!? |
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