Silent Handshake

School is where I find you, a rare sight for quite some time, it sustains with the trickle down the staircases as the aura fills up with the numbness of your cold vibes. At first it is nothing, the blandness of your superfluous noetic repartee arise, often in poetic forms it usually accompanies fungasms and at certain occasions innuendos. An intrigued one figures out that poker face - a spectrum of countless faces filters into black and white phases – with just one predominant mask for the world to see. But it doesn’t halt one’s interest; rather it spontaneously grows with this complex sophistication.