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My lips twist into a poised smile – it’s crooked. The right side lifts a little higher than the left. I seem smug, or like I have a secret.

Maybe I do.

It’s as delicious as it is…crazy. I’m here for each minute of it. To some, this would be slow and daunting. But I’d rather be haunted and watched than devoured on sight.

Keeping your distance is an act of service…watching someone…

Even more so.

In this day and age, everyone wants everything front and center. No time to indulge or digest.

I prefer a slow burn. And aside from that, I don’t take anyone seriously when I am rushed.

There’s a drip drip drip of anticipation. The kind that builds up before a pentacle is reached. It’s like watching the sun set, and taking in all the colors…knowing that the darkness has something presently waiting.

It is a more impressive feat to constantly admire from afar than to throw something in someone’s face and expect them to fall for you. Admiration doesn’t include ripping the petals off of a flower.

I get to pedal the idea to my imagination and let my mind do the rest for the moment.

Besides, wouldn’t you want to approach someone and be prepared?