Unidentified Adagio

I trade myself fitting in.

I never want to lose myself nor I want to lose my dignity. I am never intrigued in doing any of them when I blindly do so.

The pond was too bleary for me to faintly discern what is staring at me. Unable to recognize something tangled between the shadows facing one another.

They knew each other, a lot. Spent quite sufficient time to be able to see right into one another. Nonetheless, they are slowly abolishing everything they perceive about each other.

One figuring out on how they will keep people to not turn their back on her, the other one fighting for things inside that happened before they made an acquaintance of other being’s perceptions.

They were unbeatable, together. Until part of her lead a step over another. They are not walking together, again. And time shall not place them in one consistent line.