It was an intriguing introduction, pampered with sweet nothings and dazzling promises once I signed on the dotted line. Held off because something was telling me to pause, take it slow, gather more information, measure the scale and don’t take one side of the story and run off with it as though it was golden.
Inconsistences were becoming apparent as the sky and your narrative collided like the collapse of the Berlin Wall of 1989. I chuckled when chips started falling on the pavements that you installed to keep your lies playing like a record player that stays on repeat.
Understanding the cryptic nature of psychological warfare, thinking if I heard it long enough, I would catch on to its hook, but sweet love, it was sheer entertainment seeing you demonstrate your clever tricks, which I read the book before you came to season.
Never understood why some enjoy mooching off or padding their CV, as though no one would ever catch up with their deceptive tricks and lies.
Sat down and started placing the puzzles where it fits, allowing for natural distance to its course because the circus charade ended when the curtains closed.
Mystic breeze lamented the truths never seen, but covered with a nice chocolate layer, touched on every segment of time, without reprieve. It was embezzlement gone awry.
May you find closure in the years to come; it is a tragedy to see someone like yourself have such a fulfilling promising future, but laziness and complacency stroked your dark mystic possession.
Sending you warm goodbyes.
Best,
Vivid Presence
Healing Majestically 