Genuine.

It's been awhile since I've written like this, in more ways than one. By this time, I'm sure my medium has been adapted, bearing focus on the the glaring former mistep, present elation. My most popular concept is silent, swallowed between pages I can't pull apart; not that I've put much effort into fighting their grip.

I'm so far lost that I've found a new home.

Knees to my chest, another hand on mine. These are simple times. Straightforward nature takes refuge behind dark eyes laced with the faintest traces of deep green and copper. Amber, gold, and emerald. First impressions consist of honesty, lighthearted jokes, modified youth, and a trace of vice. It was hard not to let a lack of red lines spin me like a child with a baseball bat. Something noticeably absent and overwhelmed in the pit of my stomach serves curiosity. Necessity causes first contact; electricity keeps it lit. It doesn't take much more than a fixed gaze to save me each time I swing open that hopeful door.

To put it simply, I'd rather dance with everything I've built up as fear.

My eyes never have known what it's like to shine this bright, eager behind lids that escape everything but the way my head fits under your chin. Now your reminder rests on my cheeks just like the color you inspire in them. I don't think I'll ever be immune to that wide-eyed smile. No matter how many threats I issue, you never manage to stay on that list for long. No matter how many times I try to take its rights away, your voice always finds my ears. Even the mundane is exciting when you offer up my favorite laugh. Happiness and confidence find themselves hand in hand when you're around; you are captivating.

Define me a moment and I'll write every word that escapes my momental self.