Our worlds once collided where everything was confided, and no rules were abided as each crevice was pried and our souls cracked wide with nothing to hide. In life we never lied, for friends we could’ve died, and in nothing had we ever shied. Thus, our cores were freely explored and virtues defined as we laid side by side, riding on a timed tide cut short by personal prides that refused to be cast aside as unspoken thoughts and hope were left to hide.

So now, here we are stuck in the same atmosphere, orbiting the same social circles as flickering, dying, ebbing, and flowing starlights. So let’s do a little dance. If I step left, you go right, since you’ve proven unworthy of a fight since that night you lost the core that made you shine so bright.

Let’s abate the confusion by minimizing the intrusions and freeing ourselves from illusions instigated by allusions perpetuated by spatial fusion. In past, you mentioned wishing personal elusion from emotional contusions for fear of aortic occlusion. Well then, I seek solace in seclusion from our excursions through exclusion. The preclusion of possible contusions from love’s suffusion was our diffusion. Yes, so let this effusion, calling for the collusion of an unfinished prolusion’s occlusion, be our final conclusion.

I won’t waste my devotion or emotions on delusions by a disillusion.

- fri(end).