Predictable

Running on "predictable"mode, Legs noticed. The problem is that the sensory fails when it really matters at it's best, hands are tied.

Maybe it is time and season to watch and smile, perhaps to grin although cringing and perhaps even writhing inside knowing that away from these touch are dear ones hating, slowly heading to the cliffs, like lemmings - on the brink of achieving mental edges of happiness.

What was once a concern is now a discernment that everyone runs their own beaten path. The affection lingers as hatred grows from the very affection that the person craves for. Something almost normal, yet challengingly blunt but pure.

Ironic : in the midst of these confusions is essentially predictability.
Strange. Yet very familiar. I'm going cerebral when everyone's going emotional. Bizarre.
Running on "predictable"mode, Legs noticed. The problem is that the sensory fails when it really matters at it's best, hands are tied.

Maybe it is time and season to watch and smile, perhaps to grin although cringing and perhaps even writhing inside knowing that away from these touch are dear ones hating, slowly heading to the cliffs, like lemmings - on the brink of achieving mental edges of happiness.

What was once a concern is now a discernment that everyone runs their own beaten path. The affection lingers as hatred grows from the very affection that the person craves for. Something almost normal, yet challengingly blunt but pure.

Ironic : in the midst of these confusions is essentially predictability.
Strange. Yet very familiar. I'm going cerebral when everyone's going emotional. Bizarre.