unfastening my head from your nowhere rattling, I refuse to acknowledge my cravings for relations. from my forward-faced fronting you'd assume I am engaged. I am not present, time is irrelevant. I absorb your static as the pulse to my reflection. I remain emotionally detached from you with no intention in establishing comfort. I resort to my passive restraint-staying standoffish. I'm spitting out reflexes. withdrawn from reality, I revel in memory. I'm spitting out reflexes. Sincerity is fleeing. No sense in new greetings.