I'LL END THIS HERE. FOR NOW.

She sat there. Quiet. Intertwined within the midst of such noise. Stumbling for the right verbs to convey the proper adjectives to avoid a pierced sound barrier of the wrong yesterdays and tomorrows. Her now was ticking away; slowly yet poignant like, calm yet stuttered. Clarity had been overshadowed by a numbing presence. Was this all there was now? Uncertainty and questioning? Subtle anxiety and silence? Confusion? Her proper complexity gone missing. Once upon a time conversations of an enraptured existence fading into another excuse for a cigarette break to avoid the thought process. Take a deep breath before continuing. Or was it the in-betweens driving her so mad? Missing. Lifeless? Eye opening.

Questions.

A surface is meant to be broken when craving a deeper journey. And oh, how deeply she craved it. How deeply she needed it. As if her bones alone might shatter with one more unkept sentence of a filler-stated presence. Mediocrity. Blindness.

But I doubt she makes any sense unless read upside down, so let me start with He.

He sat there. Vocal. Intertwined within the midst of such placidity. Chaotic like. As if the breath between his next sentence might break this newfound romance. He was high from her presence. In love with the thought of being in love, if only for a mere moment. New worlds colliding old worlds; nerve endings awakened in ways he had yet to spiritually experience. This was love! It had to be. He needed it to be..

Questions.

A surface is meant to be broken if craving a deeper journey. And oh, how deeply he craved it. How deeply he needed it if he were to survive his moment ago, limp state silhouette. Survival. Darwinism? Intrigue. Take a deep breath before continuing. Vision? Or is it sequence?

But I doubt he makes any sense unless read from right to left, so let me begin with We.

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