this must be how it starts.
the confusion, the fear, the fall.
the gradual warmth engulfing my soul.
the shaking of my hands that only i can notice.
the urge to smoke an entire pack of cigarettes that nearly killed my father.
the doubts and the certainty intertwining together
to form a tsunami of human emotions,
i never knew i could feel.

this must be how it starts.
the excitement, the happiness, the glee.
the smiles and laughter escaping from within.
this must be how it starts,
I forgot how it felt.