Escaping Vanity

When only one party leads with optimism, there's a pontificating aftertaste. A sort of cliche that's used for gravitational tragedy; It's not the fall, but the sudden stop at the end.  Parties come together for a meeting of the minds. However, when the complacent doesn't 'mind,' this plays out like skipping rocks. Pseudo strides that misleadingly give the impression of distance only to disappear as they're swallowed by darkness. There is little coincidence that when someone gives the failing effort, the heart sinks. A feeling of cold emptiness as if the proverbial stone was their spirit. Hurling themselves into vulnerability before drowning in silence.  Imagine suffocating because volunteering your feelings exhales the emotional soul. What's needed in exchange is the reply of affirmation. Being understood and refilled to breathe again. Instead, the essence of a person dissolves in a large open room, despite an abundance of air.  True loneliness, in the c