Brainpicking Season

might find her/him is out for something, when such world’s collide, possibly could it be that the cliché of you both is something less hollywood & a little more hollow, making out that perfect balance of obliterative reality---so there it is, smack dab in the middle of the place where you thought you’d be the least likely to find it & now is not a good time, never is, but it’s like a car crash isn’t it? keep looking back, for some reason, you keep looking back (with one hand covering both eyes & cracks like broken window blinds revealing what you know is right there blaring in your face anyway)--- the fact remains that for some time now you thought such an occurrence was out of reach & that suited you, but now, oh now, the whole world gets turned upside down, when the object of your affection (made comfortable in the concise knowledge that “having” or “getting,” “possessing,” “knowing,” or even just being able to spend some time mutually in the same room, was a crystal clear & complete impossibility) has come around to bite you in the ass, because it just so happens that said individual has found you intriguing & so the roller coaster starts rumbling along the rusted tracks again, if you let it (and you will, you already know that you will).