First impression..

... is a very funny thing.

It catches you right there where you, when you are least aware.
Like a lurking shadow in a dark alley, it pounces upon you.
Without hope of vindication, you are caught in its web, a prey in its manifestation.
You might feel pretty much helpless, opinions of you they tend to keep.
A amplitude of which, can be as vast as distance between heaven and earth.

Some say it represents a static image of you in my mind.
Something deeply imprint but not of very much of relevance.
Something that is often exaggerated, a veil over what reality really is.
Something so volatile, that you might want to discard but it dangles like a sticky web upon you.

Some say it can be as beautiful as a dream.
Something that someone might cherish, without reason nor rhythm.
Something that can give a very subtle taste, moulding that perfect condensation of you
A lingering memory.

With no wrongs or no rights, I urge you to keep that impression. Of me. Of things. It is the liberty of it that make me feel alive. A total freedom of my mind, my cerebration. A right I relish. A right to love and hate. A capacity to be loved and to be hated.

And one day when we are old and cranky, maybe we will sit around and have a good laugh over it.

"Hey, I remember you had a good ass, asshole!"

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How about we play a little game?
I am thinking bartering of first impressions.
You give me a sincere description of who you initially think I am, and I give you mine.
One for one.
No fibs.
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