adults are horrible people...

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Adults are horrible people.

They are laced in the misfortune of their past and the yearning of their childhood. 

All seems doable until a mundane fact swoops in to turn their train of thought into a sea of turmoil.

The relationship with their brain is both too complicated and yet too simple.

Yes and no answers are always laced with explanation, even when it is not required.


Love is a fleeting emotion overcome by the desire of stability.

Feet now planted firmly on the floor after being swung in the air. 

Once laced with the depressants of liquored lust and sweet nothings. 

Bombarded by the realities of documented lies and losses. 

Unacknowledged endeavors now keep us up at all hours of the day.

The nights then filled to the brim with unactioned conversations.

We tumble around the 'will they won't they' trope.

Until the clichéd unrequited love looms overhead bursting the bubble that is your ego. 

Black holes seem like appropriate resting places.

We're made to feel like this stationary escape is as incomplete

As our pursuit for the what if's, how's and why's.

Hindered by the fear of falling, little trips equate to giant depths.


Back end coding does little to rewire the fundamental learnings spoon-fed to us as infants. 

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