Still there.

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Ammonia was good.  Cleared the head a bit.  One pain relieves another, or so they say.  Cleared but not cleaned.  Some things shouldn't be cleaned, the process introduces more impurities than it removes.  Some things, while not native, are natural and good as well.  And, so, something remains.

When I first played this tune, I mocked the lead.  He got caught.  In the darker of my days, no such thing occurred.  Neophyte, I think I suggested.  No guilt, or pressure, or external force, can make me enter a trap.  And yet, in time, I have learned that some traps are worth the bait.  What is a trap?  A thing which holds or contains, by forces of various natures, often through trickery.  What else is love?  And yet, as I suggested, some traps were meant to be.  Not just for men, for women too.  A terrible trap, truly.  If entered with as much honor as can be mustered, no trap is more potent.  Each day in it can be as a thousand years, for good or ill.  Even so, when done rightly, there is never enough time.  How odd the way things work.  The thing is, trickery will not work on me.  Only a fool enters a trap willingly.  A fool I have become, I suppose.

Oh, I'll move on soon enough.  It's just that, for the moment... someone asked, and is receiving, my attentions.  Someone I don't mind being bothered by.  Or, that is what my mind is telling me.  Perfume indeed.  To take control, with this one, is to lose control.  If not a silver bullet, her arms are silver.  This one is different.  Avoided these sorts, until now, I did.  A terrible dilemma, at least as I see things.  Only, to be sure.  How to know.  If I am, most likely, simply trying to skate the circle in order to escape the trap I so desire.  Perhaps, someday, I will look back with laughter.  Today I simply... entertain bafflement.

Good night.