circus maze

i do not know how to look you in the eyes or have an honest conversation with you. not yet. you are the mirror of my fears. i do not have the nerve to endure any more heartbreak, rejection or pain. you are the mirror of my fears, my own worst nightmare. you are my eyes looking deep into my eyes looking deep into my eyes looking deep into my eyes. into the depths of my soul wondering just what is down there. what rumbling embers can be set ablaze with a faint whisper to disturb this arctic vacancy. somewhere deep down there is a dormant coal, a sparkling ember in the pit of my soul. i can see it flickering purple in your eyes, menacing some slight deviation in your grin. success?

i guess i tend to let you win.