Every time I try to conjure something beautiful, the dutiful distrust kicks in and blurs about my views, and over-thinking the distraction, any inkling of attraction won't feel mutual. The same old pessimistic stance as usual.

Our encounters only leave me with hypothesis, and time to reminisce on the abyss and wring my consciousness through every subtle nudge and quiet hint that seemed so obvious. Blow me a kiss, and carelessly enable the antithesis.

~VB