Passing Encounter

I sit with a horde of pigs whom eat everything but themselves. Sheltered and the likes of do nothing but repulse with the extent of their gluttony. They wait in luxury for pleasures besought in the movement of life and do nothing but sit in the comfort of their loftiness. Un-right that such bigotry be catered for undeserved pleasures.

The struggle of so many people making a living.

I have never seen someone so keen, quick to aid, and try to so hard to please others.

Is this the only difference I am aware of?

When I try to speak my breath gets taken from others.

I see a mark on her face resembling mine but she walks on by. A smile besought but I don’t receive the attraction I am looking for.

It comes down to reality but I let it slide as I will never promise a forever flowing like a river. Ominous state of mind I don’t consider her looks certainty for mine.

Is this not a bittersweet ending to a short lived and brief experience.

I begin to shed a tear for the reason of a short bon voyage. No longer capable of holding a stern face. Must I let go now when I am most vulnerable?

In a state of mind of perpetual confinement unveiling emotions held in for too long.

Tender is the heart and lonesome is the soul.

Start living and just move your body down to the floor as if you’ve  never let go of yourself before.

It’s as if you can’t stop the flowing rhythm seamlessly exuding as joy and genuine smiles perfume the room of a late night bar with sitting vagabonds all around.

I have hurt her, held her, caressed her, and loved her, but now I calmly and casually say good-bye for the last time in our last night untold till a gesture of a wave is given, and nothing but a still moment of my moving forward holds. Without a turn from my back I carry on forward as if this was just a passing encounter. To her I hold a stern face, but vulnerable as I am I let go for I can’t hold these emotions that have been held in for too long. What difference is there that I am not aware of? Tender is the heart and lonesome is the soul yet I am catered in the comfort of my loftiness.

Ominous state of mind I don’t consider her looks certainty for mine.

Start living and just move your body down to the floor as if you’ve never let go of yourself before. 

To late to give you everything you like, everything I got, everything you want, and whatever you heart desires. Too late for me now but maybe next time you can get what is deserved.

Author's Note

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[kite kid]

beautiful but i don't know the value of my word would carries anything because i might be another gluten. with all of this i can see your depth of emotion and freedom to speak in somewhat encoded language. through my analyzing, i might just say this one thing in which i most envied was how you could interpret this so freely.
thank you.

[joe]

I greatly appreciate the comment, and applaud you senses for realizing there was more meaning than what lay on the surface, however the inner details of the story have to lie with me. Cheers