Find Me

Find me. For once let the breadcrumbs be enough, let my heat unhide me through the walls, and my passive passion wreak on the breeze. Find me, a festering mess of promises, a stale sense of self-grandeur now hard enough to beat at anything that even dares reconstitution. Leave me. I feed on the friction this contradiction supplies. But I still need you to find me. I love it when you try.