Musings.

In your complacency you traipsed the avenues, committing every gander taken to a hint of familiarity . In naivete oblivion your simpers were followed by knitted brows.  Ceaseless pairs of dark hazel orbs staring upon you, scrutinizing the motions of your limbs,mien,and  utterance for a personal perusion. Often clad in green and often fueled with yearnings, its an amalgamation of perceptions catapulted your way. Defying your composure. Rising up,tall and steady as the skyscrapers,reaching the firmament, cloaked in another façade, mastering nonchalance has now aided your palette of malaise.I don’t find delight upon engaging in perfunctory correspondence, where not a modicum of light hearted banter was brought to the table, not an inch of interest nor a slight hint of humour. Theres a difference between beating around the bush and being a complete ding-a-ling? I’d opt for introversion to reconcile my anxiety and vexation but after piles of excuses its pointless. My paltry endeavours at quick witted repartees were met with absolutely nothing. Enigmatic or idiotic?
Like a circle, the whole notion of it is pointless and will only render me futility.