How to adequately catch it; this is a matter of choice.
But we all know what it will look like...
I can see the growing chain reaction, chemical reactions,
announcing occurrence of emotions established to deafen my logic and common sense.
Emotions that will blind me.
Hope.
The Queen of human phantom, the source of our strength and our biggest weakness.
Perhaps an electrical impulse that my brain cannot interpret may define you.
But this prophecy can also be trouble.
She returns. Weakly looks at me with her hazel eyes. Nod. I invited her in.
With You, it's so damn good.
Walking to my bedroom I look in the mirror.
In my eyes, cheerful devils,
that in recent week
have been dancing around the green iris.
Froze, and started piging out on chocolate.
Sunday, April 27, 2014
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