can create a false reality if you master the alignment of perception and intent.
Well put together...
outwardly
The thought put into her appearance preceded her action
Her presence spoke eloquently before she opened her mouth...
all eyes in the room were reading her...
perceiving her...
as everything but the mess she actually was
Articulate...
his arrangement of words were mesmerizing
The simplicity he spoke of was pretending to be complex...
he made it so
Entangling bloated description with uncommonly used words...
and exaggerated gestures...
All ears in the room were respectively attentive...
perceiving him...
as everything but the insecure man he actually was
Charming...
her ways were naturally inviting
She smiled and the eyes of others lit the room
With care, she spread her attention equally among friends and strangers...
individualizing the warmth she gave...
as she had taken note of each person in a glance
All hearts became magnetic and drawn to her core...
perceiving her...
as everything but the shy girl she actually was
The masks of perception can create a false reality if you do not master the alignment of perception and intent.
Well put together...
outwardly
But the thought put into her appearance was overshadowed by her insecurity
Her eyes trembled as she walked awkwardly across the floor
All eyes in the room were reading her...
perceiving her...
as the mess she actually was
Articulate...
his arrangement of words were mesmerizing...
only because listeners were trying to decipher what was being said
He made it so
Entangling bloated description with uncommonly used words...
and exaggerated gestures
All ears in the room were engaged in inner thought...
wondering if his words were being used as a shield...
perceiving him...
as the insecure man he actually was
Charming...
her ways were naturally inviting...
although her eyes never engaged beyond the surface
With care, she spread her attention equally among friends and strangers...
moving fast and never having to actually reveal her feeling
All hearts became magnetic and drawn to her core...
empathizing with her inability to just be...
perceiving her...
as the shy girl she actually was
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This is on point, Yoli. If I didn't know better, I'd think it was written about a friend of mine.
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