There are crushes, and there is something known as interest. Crushes come and go, they generate feelings that bubble at the surface; and then there is a “knowing”. A gut feeling that this is the one. The latter doesn’t show, but there’s a deep pull, a hidden yearning.
The yearning in turn generates thoughts and possible future sequences, as well as a renewed look at hindsight memories, in a quest for reasons how and why it is meant to be.
Its a funny thing, this hidden yearning. It comes and goes, doesn’t affect my life, but I know its there. I forget to be myself, yet I bare myself at the worse moments.
Let the time pass, let the butterflys come by, in hopes the prettiest monarch would come to settle.
Sigh. So many butterflies, yet no all elusive monarch. I watch as slingers pick their guns; and young men come undone; and two of a kinds come together; in the meantime, I while away living it up – in wait for the twin to her yearning.
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Screw it, my articulation is getting worse. New possible resolution to add: Read the thesaurus! Learn 2 or 3 new words a day =)
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