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Metaphoric suppositions rain down upon me, and not in the least bit am i enlightened, the day has just been brought down, a tinge darker. i find these connections that string between, uncomfortable, to say the least. what we bring to the table no longer sates our appetites and our contempt rises still. what we\'ve consumed has thus far turned around to eat it\'s way through our intentions. our hands lay perpendicular to the sky we\'ve been trying to palm, and we\'re certainly no closer. you ask for things, i\'m not so sure you\'re capable of retaining, and you definitely have the tendency of remaining still. true, you\'ve had your fill, but you\'ve exhausted your thrills. you dont even know who you are, yet your name echoes through the heads of a hundred-strong. i wonder how you escape the vibrations, and my hunger for rapture is everlasting.

i\'ve taken to a reckless abandon, shot for the stars, and aimed for your arms. to be greeted with a seething curiousity, im struck down in mid-sentence. throught processes change and red roses, too, decay. dearly beloved, these words are gathered here before you today to express our detest. we\'ve been been yelling and fearing and sharing something that isn\'t even there. our words left us far too long ago, from lips rimmed with insecurity. our voice has been shot, and i fear your stare must be met with apathy. the chance was there to dance with the flutterings of our heart, to revel in the shuddering and ignite the spark, yet, still, we\'re unenchanted, living in the dark. my dear, i dont believe i\'ve been well received, not at all, as far as i can see. before this point, i chose to break myself, and only in this wreckage am i able to shy away. the shadows hold no embrace, and you\'ve lost all sense of reflection. in your face, as a bit of your stare is retracting; i wonder, do you still share my belief in the everlasting?