Alarm bells are ringing
Red flags are flailing.
Impending danger.
Hysterical behavior.

Is this the time to run and hide, Or stand up and fight.

Footsteps are approaching. Paranoia know escaping.

Your heart is pounding.
Adrenalin is raging.
My chest is restricting.
My pace is quickening.

The memories are flickering.
The torment is deafening.

Unable to speak now.
Unable to breathe.

Triggering and trickery,
Cheated my years

Fighting to relinquish My deepest fears.

Is it when two souls come together to unite or a drug that inhibits the mind, intensifying the senses of your heart combined.

An instinct that we crave to feel deeply emotionally attached.
Like oxygen we need to breathe, the removal of it deepens the need.

They say love is blind you can not see.
Is this the one who's captured me.

Minds in a daze lost in a maze.
Jolting you out of control, engulfing your body and soul.

Taking your hand alluring one in with that magical flute to captivate every inch of you.

You're lost in a trance enjoying the dance longing for it to last.
Increasing the desire not to drown out the fire.

Illusions of what we are led to believe.

Chemistry hits and that attraction exists, fireworks explode releasing pheromones, heightening the primal instincts inability to control the burning impulse.

Why is love inclusive and has many faces?

It's a basic human need; it's in our nature to proceed.

On a small boat
Made from
My own thought
I sail the river
Of my breath
Until the thought
That I brought
Dissolved gently
Into a thoughtless sea
Sailing, oh sailing!
To a thoughtless sea
Row, row, row my boat
Without thinking
Anything within me
The river of my breath
Has now taken me
To the very depth
Of a thoughtless sea

No one listened to her
When it was her turn to talk
So I look her in the eyes and say
"I'm listening"
And I wasn't kidding

Rather dance
happy and freely in the rain
than to carry the burden
of an umbrella.




Shell✨🐚

perhaps i linger in the perhaps
perhaps i shouldn’t
a limbo in which i await
full of disastrous wonder
a beautiful sense of denial
perhaps i linger in the perhaps
the perhaps of us
the knowing of no hope
of no trust
but perhaps
it could happen
just maybe one day
I will stop lingering
in the perhaps of us