Insecure like that screen door that swings and slams with every wind gust,
Hesitant as a water droplet forming on a faucet, but not ready to fall,
Antsy as a car inching forward at a stoplight, making tiny micro-movements,
Dreamy like a summer evening when night has fallen but heat lingers on,
Contradictory like most modern moments that contain a bit of the past.
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