Moment of infatuation dissolved into the air, and dilutes within my bloodstream, as you walk away with an unreadable smile.
It may not have been a smile, but I would not know. 
Now that the distance is undeniable, I will never know what it entailed.

Unexpected encounters, they make my day, but also possess the power to crush me right down.
My mind lingers and expands into utterly pointless thoughts, as if it contains excess baking powder. Making one disgustingly tasting pastry.

The lessons I learned from drowning blindfolded was to distrust all men and their honey-coated words. Slithering out like a snake on cocaine.
Their ludicrous motions have no backing nor sense.

Silly. How could I be so blind? 
Blind and juvenile.
I take leaps of faith but fall flat on my face. Yet I continue on rollIng the wheel of fortune with slight despair.

I type out my words in this waiting room, in the comfort of the soft chair and the radiator. Deep breath in, out, sigh, and I try to keep my head high, regardless. 
Aspirations, aspirations. 
No one is worth the agony of waiting, so I surgeon, and get on with my life.