Persistence

Unable to reach, incapacitated it seems, while the aura of cold creeps around this very den. I'm unsure of what the future holds. If and when the right one will waltz into the right arms.

The streets have a type of flow to it, it runs itself at night. Undeniably to some, it still remains cold, damp, and hollow. Insecurities provoking thoughts and interrupting them with a strange persistence. "This is stupid", he said. "as stupid as it would have been further down the road or even prior to one of your previous insecurities."

The dampness hollows, and becomes thicker in presence. Once presented with the disappointment you can only feel so much more than ever before.
They stand still.