There is a game that likes to be played, the controllers are the heart, eyes an brain. The cheat code are the words that are ushered between two, in a setting that is, unique in its own way. Falling is to failing if you make a wrong move so I guess just be thankful its not death for the end result of it, although the strings that are attached can be that way.
So the finessness has jimmied the lock leaving you with a door of moments to fill, you spend your life flowing through feelings, plus one. You spend all you time in maintaining the relationship between, whether the styles are different, willing a fortress into existence. Opening the crevices of you into the unknown, so a book can form with the magic of a tale of you life.
In this time, would you ever want to be theirs in another life? If so how would you be in this, would you still be lovers or cloud that over to alluminate a new chapter, friendship, with only roots haven attached themselves to it. Or would you rather, be enemies dueling in the adventure of dangers, leaving a light that had formed to dull out, an end its essence.
©rimson
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