Chase

Her neurological phase reached the end of its maze and exited all reason. Extending left for emotion, while pregaming before the season. Her past had become a goodwill's property, with hopes to aid another lost human in lustful poverty. Ok, maybe it was love...hmph. The donations were merely a result of growth and healing, sealed with a kiss from this new lil feeling. And she had a feeling that this feeling felt the inevitable...reaching forever for it to always be there.
I'd never seen her dress this way, expressing exactly whats behind her gay, without giving honor to the man's delay ...pride. Shocked, to say the least, no leasing authenticity out of respect for tradition bc it wasn't crisp enough to invalidate the wrinkle -free reality that she was thee...thee face behind the chase

And when time dressed this man, those fine garments no longer fit the same.What was customary become necessary and what was necessary became habitual. Breaking every southern family's ritual just to show his significance. Uncomfortably "cutting to the chase", with only a slice of pursuant array (clothing)