midnight blues

And just like that, you evaporated... puff... I didn't find any justifiable argument, considering our friendly conjecture, a reason for which I had to figure out... why…‽

(...could this be a trigger for you to stop seeing me sad, frustrated, or complaining about myself in an equal and contagious frequency about pains created by a headache or fake loyalty of people that are pretending to be something they are not)…

(...or could this be a type of indicator in view of the fact that you don't want to see me anymore agonizing too easily because of others' suffering)…‽

As you see, deep down in my mind are planted some questions that are patiently waiting to bloom for spreading the scent of a right answer.

Either way, passagerly, maybe it's because you think too much about me even when you really don't want to feel me in your subconscious any longer... If it's not this, what could be the other cause…‽ I can't stop wondering myself.

However. No matter what you're looking for, asking for, or wishing for, the answer waits inside you.

With me, through me, at this present moment, slides softly a heartbreaking melody, brilliant and sweet and acid at the same time.

It's a midnight blues that could define someone's mood. But who could that be…‽ (everybody's worried but frankly, nobody cares anymore).