That crazy little thing. 
Have you ever been so attracted to someone that you can't even fully look at them. 

Not like you can't look at them like glance at them but you can't rely look at them. For when u pass at just even near them the connection is so strong, so deep that you feel as if everything moves in slow motion for the fear of the electricity sparking and making a new current. 

Eye contact is literally so dangerously impossible for the fear of exposing your soul's window and the curtain being left opened has made you tangled and enraptured so vulnerably not only lost in your transparency but also in how willing you are to be seen and to see the deepest most intense free side of someone. 
Have you ever had a small chance to be with this person. Where all the intimacy of souls and the electrical current could have been placed to start a fire that would have burned for energy and warmth. But instead of being the carpe to the diem you waited and avoided and lost that moment.

Anticipation

It's fast
But slow
All around you there is movement
But in your mind there is stillness

You crave to speed up
But know that if u did you would miss
Miss all that is getting you from here to there.

Anticipation is the definition of bitter sweet.

They say death has a smell.

If it did it would be an odorless smell, like hit you in the eyes and begins to choke you smell. You can't breath but you can't gasp either, it holds you like anger but has a linger of hope or joy, one can't really tell maybe its different for some people. When you do smell death it hits and sticks. Its the sort of smell that needs a shower to get off.

Death has a different meaning for everyone. Death is…change.

I wish
I want
My dreams
My desires

Never have I ever
turns into forever