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PEOPLE HUNTING

I spent much time outside my head
I didn't notice when I'd lost people
I spend much time inside my head
I now don't know how to gain people

Sometimes the consequences of experiences
past, alter us to a point where we operate 
on safe mode or auto pilot

never good enough for anybody
no one worthy enough to break the walls

just existing for the sake of existence

Vikings

You know that tickling feeling you get when you’re riding the Vikings? The swinging part where you’re flung way up in the air and stay there for a couple of seconds then be gliding down by the sheer physics.
That’s exactly how f0ce45fa4333ede5aaa0c405838e4a8f.jpgyou make me feel when you flash that goofy smile of yours, the knowing glance that you’ve made my heart skip a beat or stop altogether. The satisfaction that you achieve as you transform me into the happiest person on the face of the earth because of a surprise kiss on the cheek or an uncalled for hug that just melts me into your mould.

I might be short with the headcount but I understand the concept completely. Friends don’t leave you for dead. No matter the entanglement, if you’re close friends, casual friends or soulmates, the response should be the same. That you’ll always be there for them through thick and thin, even when they don’t ask for it. ESPECIALLY, when they ask for it. You should be there in the way you understand how they need you to be. Right beside this person with no blood-relation but is just as important as family.

“US”

The crook of your neck is my favorite place to rest my chin,

to bury my nose deep into the crutches of your scent: the natural musk of my person manifested

as a trail of fingertips tiptoe on your bare chest, a smile tugs at my lips gently at the bliss of midday splayed around you,

in turn, you scratch my back fondly: the soft contours of my unflattering body don’t feel as unflattering anymore

rather, you transform me into a wonderland of bubbles, mischief and sweetness encircled in this secret display of “us”

VINDICATED

There is a disgusting creature living inside all of us,

That feed on the pettiest desires, spelunking within the depths of mind palaces, it
magnifies them to ridiculous extremes; diluting the senses to things of import

With its potential to destroy our lives and

those around us that

For some –

The choices they make are as easy as

The snap of fingers as if its sound echoes to the great beyond

Sending the signal to raze whatever may come its way or whatever it is unnecessary

And in its contentedness to exist in this manner; untouched and unharmed
by his demon’s own self-destruction

He lives vindicated