Wednesday, April 08, 2015

It's like .. that

It's that fluttery sensation..
the excitement that cannot and does not want to be contained.

The increasing pulse, the fast-paced heartbeat
a roller-coaster ride to the unexpected.

It's the hope of a new morning,
the sensation of welcoming arms, warm.. loving..

A blank canvas to be painted with an array of colors,
a new song to sing out-loud,
a new smile to kiss, new eyes to greet

It's the mystery of the unknown,
the not having a safety net,
believing in the it, the who, the why

Feeling every bit of fresh air,
tracing silhouettes with new hands,
the embrace of a sweet breath..

And letting go.. Getting lost..
to the point of no return,
and loving every minute of it..



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.. But her reflection wasn't there .. Mesmerized, she kept looking, hoping, waiting

Patiently still, stupidly cold, while millions of stories surrounded her 
She wasn't a part of them, they weren't a part of her and she couldn't help but wonder

What would her story tell ? Would it come out some day ? Would anyone really care ?
She wanted nothing and wanted all, but was silently begging to be heard..