Its coming.
You can feel it.
Your eyes are blurring the lines between reality and fantasy.
You're wondering if you can take it or not.
You feel this oozing passion, this lively kick that has been trying to escape from
That cold prison you called coward.
But you know that it is coming.
You can feel it rushing in your melting veins.
You know the feeling.You had been there many times.
But it never last, it never taken record-It never imprinted your soul.
Your brain hard. But it could not be harder.
Your heart is still concrete. But you know it could not be more concrete.
You feel colours flowing all over you. You see kaleidoscopes of images trying to rearrange themselves.
You feel powerless.Yet you don't.
You feel confusion. Yet you don't.
You anticipate it coming. Yet you feel somewhat doubtful.
You can't walk towards it anymore. But it somehow got here.
You stood there.
You can't think.
Or you refused to.
You wonder if you had became smarter-
Or just plain stupider.
You wonder if they will laugh-You wonder if you should even care.
You wonder if you should mind.
You know the answers.
But sometimes answers are like traps-
They either make you or break you.
You feet it coming.
You feel in in your fingertips.
You feel it with the deepest circular emotions of your lilac soul.
You feel it, taste it, smell it. You seen its crepuscular rays.
You're on the verge of touching it.
You're close.
Its coming.
Ready, set-
And then everything faded.
You found yourself in square one again, with a silly smile frozen on your pale face.
Your eyes dimmer in hope.
You lose it once more.

But guess what-Its close enough.
Next time, you'll get it.
You just knew it.