first post of the year,
and I'm writing to you about waiting,
as of recent, seems like I'm always assuring myself
that one day I will have it all
and I will be able to brag about it to my reflection.

tonight I listened, to the body language that are masked in between the lines,
although crowded like ant nest, but as you stop to breathe,
you see clear people are holding hands on one, drink on the other,
eyes, empty, far distance and very distracted to little nudges.
what lies behind these flashing colours?
can I tell you what's underneath mine?
an imaginary heartache and rejection of beliefs - the belief that there exist "signs" or fate.
people make of their paths, fate is just a coincidence because your paths are crossing.
so can you tell me yours? why your gaze is like a tinge of sadness but your smile so wide?

but I'm not gonna over analyze why people were looking far off
to the back of the door, instead of the person in front of them,
maybe they were looking for something; a friend, a familiar face?
all I know was that today, it slipped my mind to close my eyes on the dancefloor and forget about you.

but you see the thing about trying to forget about someone,
is that you're gonna have to think of them in the process of memory suppression.

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first post of the year,
and I'm writing to you about waiting,
as of recent, seems like I'm always assuring myself
that one day I will have it all
and I will be able to brag about it to my reflection.

tonight I listened, to the body language that are masked in between the lines,
although crowded like ant nest, but as you stop to breathe,
you see clear people are holding hands on one, drink on the other,
eyes, empty, far distance and very distracted to little nudges.
what lies behind these flashing colours?
can I tell you what's underneath mine?
an imaginary heartache and rejection of beliefs - the belief that there exist "signs" or fate.
people make of their paths, fate is just a coincidence because your paths are crossing.
so can you tell me yours? why your gaze is like a tinge of sadness but your smile so wide?

but I'm not gonna over analyze why people were looking far off
to the back of the door, instead of the person in front of them,
maybe they were looking for something; a friend, a familiar face?
all I know was that today, it slipped my mind to close my eyes on the dancefloor and forget about you.

but you see the thing about trying to forget about someone,
is that you're gonna have to think of them in the process of memory suppression.