You'd like to give reason to everything that happens. Meaning defines if anything is worth it, in the end.

Every time you meet someone new, merge stories and pathways in the current run of life, there's an expiry date hanging above, written in tangible, fragile ink. Lightly hanging, causing no trouble, until it catches you unawares.

Is it worth hanging on, forcing something to happen, press a lasting impression on each other, memories that will never pervade your scope. I want to be real to everyone I meet. I don't want to play a game, I don't want to screw with their mind. I want my first impression to be true, and to be full of essence. But, why why why, do I only experience humans who are wretched enough to only want our meetings to flow into a game, into a fake experience, into something that's not even worth writing a song or poem about. It's not sweet, it does not mirror any story or fantasy that every young girl wishes for before she goes to sleep.

You have to carefully measure the frequency that another human can take you at.
I think the real problem is that, I hope people want to know more, explore and venture all over. In a real way and not only a timed, shallow perception.

We all live behind masks; built up of our own motives and goals. After the past few months and noted experiences, I think it's time for me to re-build, re-assess and go into hibernation. Too many have violated and given me no reason at all.

I need something pure, and inescapable from my grasp. I want to experience something that will not infiltrate into the cracks of my heart and make them deeper. Too many have told me I'm naive, and these are the reasons that dark personalities take advantage of self. I want to hide until someone can lure and coax me out into the sun again. Hopefully, the sun won't be too harsh as I've always remembered it to be.