norealme:

         ❝ Bᴜᴛ﹐ I ᴀᴍ﹒ ❞

      The cigar is settled amid the perfect crevice
       of where words leave —— a piercing glare
       given to the stranger, J&B nestled within
       the conformity of his manicured fingers.
       Russet sorrels drop down to the obscurity
       accoutrements the other carries; nonetheless
       recognize that he holds no designer clothing.

                Eye lids narrow and pearly whites are tightened
                within the vexed jaw of his.

                          ❝ Out of all the apartments in this building,
                                     why mine  —————————— ? ❞

❝Honestly———
       You’re the only one who answered.
       
                          Apparently people are not to keen
                          on strange people knocking on their
                          door e v e r? ❞

(Source: frozenbarrier-blog)