subtlety is a conspicuous craft.

Perhaps a post full of innuendo, subtle suggestive phrasings, extended metaphors, leaps of logic and overall crytpic language. 28 lunar cycles later, with an adjective that precedes it, and a feeling that transcends it. second-handedly left with a local band song title plastered accross my face. Bowlby would be proud. I'm not just monkeying around. I could use a latte. maybe 5... but que sera sera. I can't account for the feeling, nascent, new, and nonetheless, nostalgic. i can't account for most things. Fit for a king, but best shared with a queen. the prettiest emeralds I've ever seen. it doesn't zygomaticus how major things make me melt. a clouded crystal ball, but what fun would it be if i could see it all. like a winter globe that has been shaken, but soon the snow will stop and I can see clearly. you have no need, and no reason not to fear me. but believe me, the things you see are me. two weeks a new. who knew? foot, meet other shoe. start again anew. left, right, left, right, nothing left to write seems so wrong. but alas, an unscripted ending to a currently playing song. Jimmy may have ate the world, but I'll devour it. I'll chase those fireflies until they cease to glow. I glow from your upturned lips more than you'll ever know. No, I am not literally speaking figuratively, but i figure it's literal enough. Enough with literary rambles and tangents. I'm a square, or i guess a triangle. or perhaps the opposite over the adjacent. What's my angle. I'm not sure I know, that's for certain. Certainty is never sure, or so I'm led to believe. I believe i've led this unicorn to water, but I can't make it drink. I believe you are so thoughtful, but that's just what I think. you wrap me in feelings i can't explain, i want to shrink into your heart, and beat through your arteries. So i can be a part of you, like you are a part of me. but apart from that all is well. well, until the well runs dry. but then we'll know the worth of the water. is it worth it? time will tell. I can't tell you how many times i've heard that. but time tells an incomplete picture of how complete you make me feel. Or perhaps i'm completely off base. I don't have much to base it on except the feelings i get around you. I feel this has gotten to be too much. perhaps much ado about nothing. but nothing matters like the present. and your presence is all that matters.