Saw the perfect one.

Head hurts. Undecided. Uncertain. Disbalanced. Why would i wanna teeter on the brink of losing my identity for you. But i do. And i love to. And i hate to.

Amazing that. The calm slow reassurance. I could hold that but i scatter myself in whims and perceived wants. What do you want? I know. The trouble is i k now so well, i am constantly doubling back to achieve the perfection. Tsk hay buss. Haiy, but then that is not what i want. I don’t want the calm, its what i see raging within that draws. I don’t want the slow steady smiles, but what they hide, flawless and perfect. I don’t want you in your composure.. i want you at your most jaded and agitated. I don’t want what you arrange and rearrange yourself into constantly oh-so-effortlessly but what no arrangement can contain and spills over, dazzling all my senses.

This all is pointless isn’t it. We’d be moving on soon.