An afternoon chitchat was all it took. And so, impetuosity dawned just before eyelids fell with the night. Anxiety rose together with the urgent fingers while the strongest mass gave way for candy sprinkles on a pint of vanilla. The incredulous act was inspired by the thought that you once came ashore.
Although things had been sweet all along, I guess an occasional sugar-rush won’t hurt. Or maybe it was just what the clock dictates so. Either way, I don’t mind (or pretend not to mind).
As it developed, warmth remained lacking and all that was there was an omnipresent fiendishness. Thus, turned things as it already was. Blank. Yes, it was that inherent thing that we find most hard to lose grip of that got in the way. To think that I cannot even reveal my identity. Even now I am anonymously addressing things.
Now, it just simply shows that what isn’t there, really isn’t there anymore. Chasing what was not fleeting is futile, especially when it actually is absent. But no need to bother because this does not go beyond the boundaries of sleep.
It is just an inflicted sulking in a haze of fragments that I once in a while weave together. An earthbound ghost that haunts yet don’t belong anymore.
The intangible calls for no dwellings and it’s death couldn’t have been more apt. Finally, I write this for you and the end of you.