Self-righteous social failures.
The reading of minds through spoken interjections; it becomes a volley of responses until the conversation skips the chronology of parallels. And sometimes everything is understood without a word being said. The latter is favored.
I am the one who walks in the reserved defensive. My body language would be Van Gogh's hollow figure in escaped piercing of despair. With controlled clicks on the pavement, I invite people to avoid me. The game of urban chicken with eyes locked in contact. And the contradiction of smiles and the passive voice.
Passive voice, third person reference. Passing notes in the form of origami animals. Unraveling a bevy of folds in the suspense of discovery. There is the distance of allegory. And the hesitance of scaling brick walls.
The pursuit of desire is always more intriguing than the conclusion, you know.
I am the one who walks in the reserved defensive. My body language would be Van Gogh's hollow figure in escaped piercing of despair. With controlled clicks on the pavement, I invite people to avoid me. The game of urban chicken with eyes locked in contact. And the contradiction of smiles and the passive voice.
Passive voice, third person reference. Passing notes in the form of origami animals. Unraveling a bevy of folds in the suspense of discovery. There is the distance of allegory. And the hesitance of scaling brick walls.
The pursuit of desire is always more intriguing than the conclusion, you know.