you're shifting sideways, always moving but forward never. there's something of momentum to desire, but desire makes you all that less willing. you're still crouched in the shadows you know, still hidden, guarded but opening wider, and even though it's rife i know nothing of you, only that i want to know you. it's going round circle, and i'll find myself right back here in no time at all, but i hate this place, so please just stop.