Sometimes there is this surge of oxytocin that explodes right through you, leaving you a little surprise and bewildered with fantasies and strength. Still all these are mere infatuation of your own thoughts, the feeling of attraction.
If only certain things in life or in this world, could be ascertain by "levels" or "gauges" one wouldn't have to keep having this adrenaline rushed moments, when it is deep into the night, all quiet, a ballad song playing on the trusty speakers, the brain starts to wonder, the smile widens...
As the music comes to and end, the heart stops beating, it compresses itself, causing an acute unbearable pain which is absolutely fictitious yet uncontrollable.
I lie there motionless and stare into the dark sky . . .
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