Thinking.
Dreaming maybe?
Ricocheting repeated words
Bullets. Let them fly,
Fly, fly in sync-locked.
Together we'll set ourselves alight.
Writhing, sighing...
Our forest fire at midnight.

The feeling of excitement,
The rush of adrenaline that courses through your veins.
Makes you want to jump up and run
and just keep on running.

The feeling where you just want to go and not stop,
To stop what you are doing and go discover the world.
To let fate decide what will happen next.

Wanting to live life, and experience as much as you can
before you get to old.
Meet new people and go new places,
to make dreams become reality.

The feeling of adventure,
the feeling that something exciting will happen any moment.
The moment that everyone waits.
The moment were you won't wait anymore.

Bus number 231,
A journey into the unknown, butterflies fluttering in my stomach -
nerves beyond those of which I am familiar with.
The silhouette of you matches the figure of which I had in mind,
you walk - or rather, stroll - up the lane, a puzzled look upon your face as my bus innocently sweeps past, the warmth of the summer air blowing your hair back in exasperation.
Buzz
Then buzz again, of a different kind.
The spring breeze wafts past me, teasingly.
A singular pavement winds up to you and eventually we meet.

he was the kind of beautifully terrifying you can't seem to let leave your head after you've met and their every move stains your brain as you replay it over and over. i don't know the last time someone excited me just by being their self so unintentionally - you can only hope you hold that kind of power when you waltz in and out of somones life like that.

Sometimes I think I have a black abyss in my brain that memories fall through and rarely come back from.

One day I woke up with the feeling of excitement because,  although I couldn't  remember, something was going to happen that day. Something that I fell asleep thinking about the night before with anticipation. I went through the whole day ardently thinking about what it was but for the  life of me, I couldn't remember.

And then I realized it was ice cream.
I had bought a pint of Forbidden Chocolate ice cream the night before and I had stopped myself from eating the whole thing at 2 in the morning. I had told myself I would eat it for breakfast the next morning.

It was ice cream. Friendly's  Forbidden Chocolate ice cream to be exact. That was what kept me itching my brain all day fervently to remember. I almost wished  I hadn't remembered. I almost wished I could pretend it was something bigger, something better that I could look forward to for the rest of my day. Something I could look forward to for perhaps even the rest of my life.

Ice cream. It was just ice cream.

Have we forgotten how to love?
Or worse, forgotten what love is?
Maybe it's not love we're looking for.
Maybe we only look for the excitement and thrill in life.
We want someone to watch movies with.
We want the limited and will spout off about endings.
Have we ever thought that maybe, just maybe, we just want to spend time together but don't make memories at all?

Magnetic feelings with the might of gravity,
visceral caring, deep and unbounded.
My body charged with pulsating energies,
excitement everytime we exchange words.
A brief moment the moon bonds our souls
Far distance between us, yet so connected.
Always learning from one another,
open minds and open hearts in convosation.
A touch not yet felt within the physical realms,
the only feeling that we are yet to share.
I Look beyond your astonishing graceful beauty,
to find a soul of intriguing purity.
I hope that this emotion can last forever,
for I would fade away without it.