I've never thought about aura's deep enough to associate with a truth. Realistically, i try to ignore your luminous light and try to focus on a certain placement of your face. I realize looking at people's lips can confuse people as to what my intentions are.
You see, you have an extradinary epic aura- it could blind me if i go any closer, yet your mistaking me as a target that has ill intent to kiss you, no. Rather i admire your annoying light that I need to ignore it to be listening to your banter. It's as excruciatingly difficult as it deems to be- aura's are a vibrant sign of life that transpires to other bright vibes.
Who's to say yours doesn't have the potential as the darkest? Who's to say the darker is worse, and light matters is better?
It isn't, I've seen a journey of possibilities in people aura's and they never deem to "just be good"- they vary on the experience and opinion they carry- only that distracts me from your lips.
Only that makes me want to avoid even looking at you.
YOU ARE READING
Note on the situation
PoetryLife can be kinda shitty, whether the storm settles and the raindrops are stored, I still got ink worth wasting.