They were, sworn enemies
As old friends are, sometimes
Her name is Apophenia
Connecting people for millennia
Lost in the clutter of their mind
Measuring life by gulping time
Spinning in axes of tomorrow
And grasping strands of hopeful
Dreams, crisp in early morning.
They could adapt and share a path
Two as one, and one as all
Always in company, when on their own
Leaving scent of sunshine in the air
Having the strength, to make a choice
To leave, those who are yet to grab
Their core experience to find their own
Identity, in spite of judgement given
A dance of words, a pirouette of wills
Traveling through one meeting to another
The millage capa
Indigo
Making decisions
In strange situations
Deep fascinations
Maybe obsessions
Damaged, unhealthy
Restless awareness
Breaking spell
Of isolation
Making decisions
In nervous tensions
Spider web
Of information
Our perception
Tilt foundations
Poisoned
Memories are lovely
Making decisions
Between tricky
Patterns
Lost explanations
Value of actions
Combinations
Complications
Trusting you
Perhaps a habit
Overthinking
Every detail
And for once
Its moving
Somewhere
Very awkward
Conversations
Careful
Coordination
Picking
Words
Impulsive worry
Blunt confusion
Somehow
Pleasant
Understandable
In twilight
Rules
Of human
Interactions
Making decisions
In