how does the old aphorism go? â ăâ Once An Accident , â Twice A Coincidence , â Three Times A Pattern.â ă â to human understanding , â such happenstances can be found with ease â â â small moments in life which allow for a sliver of so - called magic to entertain them , â fooled by the manageable unknownâs obdurate misdirect tickling the curiosities of even the adamantine of naysayers. â the pretenders , â those inconspicuously few tucked in the midst of the awed masses with their anthropoid guises , â axiomatically conceive what each flourishing gesture hides from their own understanding of each maneuver. the taste of the morningâs dredge of watery caffeine coating a quiescent tongue engenders malign nostalgia , â reminding nox of their exposure to the hidden hand of fateâs cruel intentions that wore out the potential for risibility. â phlegmy asperity is suppressed with a swallow , â the scintillating congeniality of their present company inspiring the petulance of diminutive enthusiasm to contest the plume of graying gloom forming overhead.Â
the sundered threads splintered from the primordial darkâs nebulous tapestry act in accordance to the innate nature at the behest of the disembodied whispers of her nested ascendency. â before the nascency of the lamented consciousness crudely stitched their existence to his barely formed feet , â noxâs volition was lulled into complacency by the discernible hum of her haunting berceuse before the rusted edge of metamorphosisâs serrated scalpel clipped her noose - like ligature to fashion existence anew with the limb of once absent autonomy. â the human - shaped hole resembling their present form is a reminder to never entrust the cosmic providence gripping the steering wheel of a recurrent meeting between two antithesis beings. â was this the emergence of a catastrophic paroxysm set to decimate everything in their periphery all for the human desire of the company of another? â or â â â is this an engorged hyperbolic wound the unbridled shadow canât stop picking at finally getting the best of them?Â
whilst the blackened tempest of an expectant despondency helms the muscles of a hand - me - down comportment with the reunion of dark unkempt brows at the center of a bespeckled forehead , â pessimistic sentimentality wanes in fenixâs company with features softening with the settlement of dark hollows on them.
@ildsangâ said ïč â ă â i canât seem to stay away from you. â ă
slack jaw mouthpiece , â naturally agnized in its orthodox fountainous fashion to be spewing a flood of hard water verbosity in dissent of their aphonic origins , â relents to the unbecoming silence as it rests against its creaky hinges. â the traffic of thought navigating the torrential chaos of articulation is brought to a near standstill , â leaving nox in a momentary lapse of reticence comparable to the surrounding silence awaiting with its own bated breath. â creasing at an edge , â slivered amity folds their maw carefully into the resemblance of a soft simper with what little strength remains as theyâre composed enough to say , â ă â & â i keep finding my way back to you , â somehow . . . â itâs strange , â which is saying something with the consideration of present company. â itâs nice . . . â a nice kind of strange. â ă
as the resolute glow of a coruscating mirth tucked beneath a stifling ash is unearthed by the current rushing past â â â far too occupied with the preamble of winter to stoke the flames alight again â â â as the mercilessness of uncertaintyâs hold on the shadow splits the frayed threads reinforcing the malleable mask in the friendly caricature of warmth , â unfurling features into its archetypal phlegmatic disposition.
ă â itâll pass . . . â eventually. â everything does in the end. â letâs just enjoy the moment while we have it.  â ă
[ â FRENEMIESÂ PROMPTSÂ â ]Â ïč â (â NOÂ LONGERâ )Â ACCEPTING.
