Baskadia

So often I smile without a course,

and get lost in the moment laughing alone.

The felicity I have is so sone,

so that I laugh alone without a joke.

All this wode because of persist intuition.

A feeling without dimensions and edges

yet in description can exhaust all pages,

and on the surfaces its my ignition for instinct.

A feeling that is very exciting,

yet a rumor says it can be easily be extinct.

A barrier of active and passive is fine margin.

A feeling of perceptions and impressions.

A feeling of life purpose

and this feeling is a fortitude in antagonist.

The universe termed it love and I say is life.

This feeling is the gravity of all purposes.