The sweet kiss of an afternoon's dream. The lifeless mirth between my eyes. The restless sighs waiting for tomorrow. The blank confusion hidden in all my stares. Thin lines drawn between every casual word. Bold and bloodless wounds between every goodnight. Madness and mayhem followed by the words "maybe I want". Enthusiastic hello's soon turned to bitter reprise. Exclamations of joy melted away by resentment normally deeply hidden. It's all very confusing really.