The averted possibility


In the crux between moonlight and fall there is a certain eagerness. Nothing that prevails for too long.
An urge to see action jump into gear…or quiet forever…however the intimate moments with the coffee shop boy I have a crush on fade into innocence…intense how his eyes rest on me…just imagine how my Self would crumble if I was to look into his and not avert my gaze.
When I walk out there lately I always look back, give grace to this one moment, with firm acceptance of the impossibility that should not be.


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