My chest grows tight,
not of fear ... well maybe a little,
but mostly of joy,
an unending pooling of emotions.
Mixed in a little joy, a little regret, and some unsureness.
So many others follow suit.
I want to talk a walk,
to do something and anything to give my mind release,
but wherever I go my thoughts follow me.
I can't escape these feelings,
not even in order to get a grip of what they may mean.
Or how I truely feel.