The first step,
Takes forever,
To be launched.
Because I know well,
What lays ahead,
May be full of uncertainty.
I do not know,
If all of this,
Should happen this way.
But I could feel it,
From your warmth,
And all those tiny details.
The period,
Of me staying,
Is not long anymore.
The infinite fear,
Has started to creep,
Into my unstable soul.
When the dust,
Of enough annoyance,
Keeps lingering around you.
And the taste,
Of sour plum,
Starts to feel my nostrils.
It's a risk,
That I do not want to,
And not supposed to take.
The question of Yes or No,
Keeps filling my sea of mind,
With those little doubts.
Just hope that time will fly,
With the confusing triangle,
Being carried away.
While the dream,
Of unwilling senses,
Should be gone in the wind.
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