so pessimistic or closely analyzing while it isn’t what we see.
our senses are attuned. we vanish from our senses. we would never sense that!
something appeals to us, such a low chakra, we prefer decadence. but higher senses, if but to surrender, while filth is its message. to have given zinnias, or diamonds, so enchanted by projectiles. an endless dispute while it couldn’t be real, where upper ideals ruin a man. it’s tawdry, it laughs at vulgarities, it’s easygoing sweetness. so accused of romance so tender into nightfall while sunlight is often refused. we never knew it was pliable or it responds with giggles or something is unsecure: such flights of fancy such angst avalanching or pure pleasurable passion.
it's captured by expectation. it would rather be wilder. a man will cuff a woman to his projectiles.
some are envied, for they play guitar, or have an inbuilt understanding of human appeal. such raving reality or precious disinterests where damages are often seduced. such a woman’s specialty, as to loosen morality or a man anti-ethics. such bold daringness sure anxiety while some are so charming. indeed, a person cringing. we see a person like no other. we couldn’t imagine one might succumb. as to lose ideals so disenchanted where it becomes debilitating. but it’s never our echelon, or what it represents, it’s more our secret selves. such a gripe so needy for absolutes or something so open it wreaks havoc.
we seem to see something. it lives in humans. it demands absolute security. as souls unglue or become pelagic where phrenic pain is ignored. the cocoon has shattered. we speak differently. we know our temples were shared. it’s easy to ignore us. we’re open to newness. something natural, even evolutionary, has destroyed our perfect imagination. we see trueness. its bleeding essence. contempt follows those seconds. so pessimistic. so alarmed. too disappointed.
that person we cherished, that inside king/queen, that naïve creature, is lynched by reality.
