My heartbeat races to over 1000x per minute, I'm not a hummingbird either. Every passing thought is a fantasy of a fairytale ending, walking down the aisle, arms interlocked; making out passionately, when we were too lazy to express our longing through other means; staring at each other, not saying a thing, nor batting an eyelid - just syncing our souls, saying everything by uttering nothing.
I chase in hot pursuit of my queen, prancing over hurdles like a gazelle evading an emaciated cheetah, setting everything aside. The agenda memo in my head that was collecting dust, constant as the northern star is now shaken up. A new line item has seized the mantle.
Mind over matter, the way to go. Times like these, you're led by a fluttering core, with a G-force capable of blowing your brains out. It only intensifies, the nearer you get. The propensity tilts towards futility. You nip the negativity in the bud, trample and twist your foot in on it. Imagine bliss. It's the hope that kills you.
The moment of truth. I wish it never came. If only time was nonlinear, and there existed the remotest inkling of an alternate ending. There are times when you build it all up to the crescendo, and when it is upon you, you're gob smacked. With immense difficulty, the message is delivered.
A stack of dominoes, a pack of cards, blueprints painstakingly built; all castles in the air. Reality is a great leveler. Long term bonds require divine intervention, lest it'll remain a mere figment of one's imagination.
Was I delusional? Should I have been more articulate and conveyed how I felt, and how I viewed the relationship, the potential it had from my vantage point? Perhaps, the proposition of FOMO overshadowed rationality, and was having me on. Some dilemmas can worsen the limbo, you're better off passing them by.
A voice wants you to move on, yet the bitterness lingers. You fake a smile, but the eyes can't lie. Misery is the price you pay for eliminating regret. Experience is the teacher of all things. You decide, based on your learnings. Not again.
Damage control kicks in, why burn bridges? The projected arbitrage revealed itself in the garb of infatuation, stop loss at friendship. The people in your life are the foundation of your support system, the form in which their presence is defined is ancillary; provided trust exists.
We move...
I chase in hot pursuit of my queen, prancing over hurdles like a gazelle evading an emaciated cheetah, setting everything aside. The agenda memo in my head that was collecting dust, constant as the northern star is now shaken up. A new line item has seized the mantle.
Mind over matter, the way to go. Times like these, you're led by a fluttering core, with a G-force capable of blowing your brains out. It only intensifies, the nearer you get. The propensity tilts towards futility. You nip the negativity in the bud, trample and twist your foot in on it. Imagine bliss. It's the hope that kills you.
The moment of truth. I wish it never came. If only time was nonlinear, and there existed the remotest inkling of an alternate ending. There are times when you build it all up to the crescendo, and when it is upon you, you're gob smacked. With immense difficulty, the message is delivered.
A stack of dominoes, a pack of cards, blueprints painstakingly built; all castles in the air. Reality is a great leveler. Long term bonds require divine intervention, lest it'll remain a mere figment of one's imagination.
Was I delusional? Should I have been more articulate and conveyed how I felt, and how I viewed the relationship, the potential it had from my vantage point? Perhaps, the proposition of FOMO overshadowed rationality, and was having me on. Some dilemmas can worsen the limbo, you're better off passing them by.
A voice wants you to move on, yet the bitterness lingers. You fake a smile, but the eyes can't lie. Misery is the price you pay for eliminating regret. Experience is the teacher of all things. You decide, based on your learnings. Not again.
Damage control kicks in, why burn bridges? The projected arbitrage revealed itself in the garb of infatuation, stop loss at friendship. The people in your life are the foundation of your support system, the form in which their presence is defined is ancillary; provided trust exists.
We move...
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