where i am
never disguised as friendshipmixed signals wrecking havoc as would a traffic light changing eradically from yellow, green, red never settling on one for longer than two seconds at most
feelings as strong, thick, and warm as my granddad's percolated coffee going down deep on a chilly winters' morning dissolving the walls constructed by past experiences, each rejection and failure another layer barricading the heart from its true source of life
the side room of the restaurant opened its door to the unassuming gentleman looking for nothing but her face
mirky confusion stagnant as a cesspool
conversation starters should be able to start more than a conversation. they should thrust two like-minded people into moments, months, many decades of bliss. instead, they provide only a mere glimpse into a square inch of the left corner of the room labeled preference.
presumption choking the life out of possibility, setting the stage for being stood up, let down, stifling the seeds of trust that have just been planted
posted by Loren @ 3:25 PM
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This line, "instead, they provide only a mere glimpse into a square inch of the left corner of the room labeled preference", is absolutely incredible. That is exactly what it looks like - its the verbal expression of wanting. Wow.
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