Deal

Wish I could find a way-out in the dark. Wish silence could turn communicative. Wish my faults find me fence. Wish trust were born out of doubt… I know these are airy-fairy thoughts; Just thoughts… airy-fairy: born to bubble and tease. I tend, pretend to get stuck to them still so that I can be up on my feet and shout that I do have that will to brave if not make a new deal.