Words asking me to be brilliant.

Anemochore- the dispersal of seeds by wind.
ascidium- shaped like a flask, used for plants in biology
locular- containing chambers or hollows.
funiculate-forming a narrow ridge
Glissade
perdure-to last permanently

Six are too many at once, so how about I take three. How about I just try to describe a feeling and don't worry about how they fit in or not.

I am looking the other way hoping that you are looking at me.
I know it's wrong to have that hope. It's immodest.
Funiculate my skin with your eyes
Mark me as yours.

It's not that simple though. Nothing ever is.

It's so...

You're so much older and I'm so much younger. You'd be 78 by the time I was 41. I have thought of that. It's more that it's wrong for me. I know that you're not likely to like me back; I don't even know if you're of the persuasion, I don't know at all about what you think of me, only it'll be less because I let you down today and I didn't write as well as what will be written and I'm not pretty or thin, but then you don't care about those, but you might when you're looking for someone...

But the way I feel bypasses all of this information. All of that sense. Why is that. We don't even think the same.

All I want to do is love someone, and it's hard for me for all these reasons. What happened to me as a child to make me interested in people so much older? Was it genetic? What then?

I don't know.