Thoughts Stirring (I Can’t…)

My mood is sober. My melancholy mind aches for a ubiquitous spark. Through my indifference, my eyes see truth. My emotions are stagnant. My brilliance capped. Your candor is wanted, though I shall not request it. My mind wants you at my hearts behest. My soul flutters, my soles stutter. Agony not in defeat, but at thoughts indicative of a forlorn never after. Truth, therein lies the query. Do you even see me. The answer to thoughts prior I dare not contemplate. In this moment I shall not exasperate. Complacency is the stepbrother of ignorance, and the father of idiocy. You’ll die should you take it all to literally. ‎​I cherish honesty, and I tend to take mines blunt, with a side of frankness.