Those chats I couldn't possible walk by.
They were superficial, without substance and served less of a purpose.
All that I could go forever when a cycle is to be analysed.
Is that what you call a catch - up session, to find out that you will always have to start from zero,
because of your distanced circles,
circles that overlapped only of one's past.
Dream destinations to be toured, weaved adventures, how time flies, those ever over-represented knots of life one could go forever in discussion...
Why do we submit to a pattern of how we thought life is supposed to be lived, where is your courage of redeeming your freedom that you should take charge of?
Where art thy lonely souls lingering to?
Seating on each other, as a default-dominant position in a ring of wrestle
The pre-constructed subconsciousness one oozes,
I refrained myself from reaching out
your world view haunts my execution, dreams and positive possibilities
But you are my friend,
how could I not let this pass
you are supposed to hit my core, as I how open and sincere I am,
when I come with open arms to receive you
Such was the conversations who were supposed to be lovely and enjoyed
over a Sunday afternoon
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