It's odd. Uncertainty. Feeling it might, yet knowing it might not. Not wanting to feel awkward, needing more time, but few opportunities lie. Eager, but still cautious.
Inexplicably comfortable, though questionable at times. Confused. Need to think, but having difficulty. Proceed?
~ A place to vanquish boredom, holding little substance ~ Afterall, "No one means all he says, yet very few say all they mean; for thoughts are viscous and words are slippery..."
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