Of lost marbles and burst bubbles.

So what I said sent you reeling back into the gray abyss you thought you left behind. And the look on your face that I heard through the receiver pronounced the sentence your lips couldn’t deliver. you thought you hid it well, the conundrums you concocted to cloud your conscience. And i thought no one could tell, the charades i conceived to complicate my karma.

And still we play this cat and mouse game of holding on to what our hearts cannot let go and what our heads know we cannot get.

my fool's paradise your stomping ground

... and I remain your pessimistic optimist.