I behold all the power, you hold the plug.

Grown to know, the difference between attraction distraction and reaction. Peacefully pleasing purposefully pressing potential. It's these walls where I get the most attention. Given hopelessly alone. From you, the simplest form of affection, shown as a thread through the eye of a needle, perfectly placed. Able to be strung out and hung. Dangling before the task at hand, waiting for the maker to start. As though it's a game played by the puppeteer carefully moving his checkers on a chess board. Slight confusion unconsciously rambling through chattered teeth. I behold all the power. Continuously learning the right choices are the hardest to make. Those that see and understand are the torch bearers of faith. We cannot always win. In Fact we don't often do. It's a term referred to altering perspective. Make believe. Pretend. No need to pinch yourself, as you will on your own wake up in the morning. And it will be another day. Take the steps of a choreographed life.