neutrality is like the feelings i try so hard to hide. my pallor is pale:the dull rush of blood to my cheeks, flushes them just enough to hurt. to embarrass, to reveal. maybe im imposing, but i know just enough to be dangerous, in the awkward blundering artless way of mine. the one you find charming at best. its a fact, i love you. i may forget this--but ill never forgive how i feel. nostalgic and content, i decide not to distract or ruin with noise, crowds never did well with me. hold my hand, its the only part of me that is left..you already have my <3.