moments

it's so easy to get caught in this game of hope and expectation before it even makes sense the mind conjures fantasies attachments desires then a call isn't a call a conversation no longer simple becomes a link a hidden message to analyze what was easy once becomes a cycle of repetitive thoughts what if...does he...can it be... maybe...maybe not drowning in insecurities the moment stretches on and the waiting feels unbearable making me miss the joy of the moment