The harboring of things,technically just emotions although thoughts plough throug h at the most stupid moments.

Its the most normal awkward normal ever, its the wa lking contradiction that stomps around in your head every now and again. Theres a brimming tension that puts your body under arrest, and sometimes its waiting i mpatiently for a moment, that pinnacle of a moment where you feel warm hands bre aking right through you, your adrenaline was once pumping sense of yourself tensi ng up. The calm overtakes the storm that couldve built up, its when you begin soa king up lust thats been locked up for a while. I guess its being around someone who can observe your body language perfectly and somehow know about the thoughts that re-run in your head like an old black and white film. The construction that others had built of a femme fatale that slowly crumbles until theres nothing bu t a body with alternate voices echoing. White lies, something i tell everyone, i locked up secret ive currently got, its something thats pure but could so easily be broken, its a friendship with a twis t. Its the moment where your allured by side stepping into unknown territory. It s the moment where sex is instigated and all your natural primal instincts go ou t the window Stupid Vagina, its a stranger/friend magnifying a part of you thats s eldom on display for others to observe, its unearthing a bittersweet secret that s been marinating within you for a certain amount of time. Its dividing yourself from an ego and alter ego that outsiders experience constantly, its realising t hat sometimes you can only truely be yourself around two people. Its feeling com pletely at home with someone that had once been a stranger and its realising tha t sometimes there are certain scenarios you may never out run, even if you try. Its unlocking secrets that sometimes manifest within your soul and eat you alive. Running and jumping into the unknown by giving someone a glimpse into little th ings that have the potential of eating you alive.So this is the part that i infu se lyrics from an APC track well the part where i formulate denials of your effect on me. Or ateast try to, i dont know how i feel half the time but i do know its no malice or jealousy, or complete insecurity. Its knowing that either one of us could unlock the darkest secrets ever an Wavering through forests and watching the suns rays beam through branches, its nev er seeing a clear cut picture or being able to define a situation objectively or even subjectively. Por Nada, it simply is what it is. Preserving something simp le from mankind, in order to ensure no forest fires ensue. Its going from a publ ic awareness to privatizing everything, its furrowing out of a weird comfort zon e of consciousness to going into a harmless fog, its lying there in silence and w aiting for a sigh, its the familiarity of something in another way. Its opening pandoras box and then realizing that life isn t always as bad or as bleak as you may have thought it was. A peaceful figure with a dulcet tone, the one person who is uncanny, mother natu res son? Constantly gravitating towards him the same way the ocean gravitates towards the moon. Its ridiculously simple but complicated to explain. Its knowing that one day he w ill set sail and the weird pseudo of friendship and sex will tarnish the same wa y leaves on a tree die in autumn and then spring back to life in spring. Its cacophony, is something new, something borrowed and something thats kinda bl ue. Two people with complicated but simplistic lifestyles, alike but so differen t at the same time, a calm peaceful being and a complete imbecile. Its revealing the tattered aspects of your life, and a bruised heart that has more or less be en tattered by old flames, but something that you constantly find yourself weari ng on your sleeve. There are roads left, that have not been trampled on, but one day were quite aware that the paths we trample on will divide, leading us into n ew/different directions. Whether well stay in each others lives or end up being a figment of consciousness is still unknown...but sometimes just sometimes prosci

nating too much is pointless.