'deceitful'

One by one we are getting in.
One blinds the others of the piece of lie that is created.
One is folding blinded in the own thought and deceive in romance.
In which of there might be some but none has shown out.
To be drawn and sucked in the delusion of one own creation.
Being kept in the bubble for a bit while.
Fresh, warm and calm while kept inside.
Trying very best to delude oneself.
It's not there.
That's just it.
Can't force as it's too fresh, real and individual.
Can't push as it's against the nature and willing.
Can't pull as there is nothing fall down and nothing to grab on.
The big piece of illusion one kept getting in.
Shrunken delusion of fragile bubble.
Blew off.
Too fresh and too real - hurts.
Blast all over.
Ache and pain.
The truth, the lost hope, reality, the doubt - gone.
What else can one do but just admit and accept?
Time needs to be spared.
Comfort needs to be provided.

Longing for that.
Longing for what fills in the air.
Longing for the warmth and kind.
Longing for the taste of those lips.
Longing for that...


Living in a delusion, try to face reality; then turn one into the other.

Get real?
Get lost?
Get over it?

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