spite the emerald sprite in perceive me

Focus lingers on their dichotomy. Her gentle frame and enticing glare, every consonant that escapes her lips dripping with forced seduction. Mirroring her attention is his critical eye, overlain with alligator scales and cold as the red river racing beneath. Their waves are calm, dancing together in mellow, low amplitude fashion. I can’t detect the spikes of neuroticism or see the looping insecurities that characterize our plane. No challenges, no competition, no push for reaching venus, no correction. Harmonious their motion. I suppose that is healthier than being enslaved to perception, treading along broken glass to reaching a mirage.