Baskadia

The loud beat is a bit terrifying but the quietness around got me wondering if am the only one who can hear it

I must be losing it in the pace of three seconds that feels like three years

This must be some kind of trick pulled by the one in charge of the whole universe 

How do I get myself entrapped in this unexplainable twist

Where do I begin to trace the amazing but undefine string

The desire to find and not to find out what or what not to do in this dilemma of mine is creeping in on a fast tempo

This strange excitement that runs through every string of vain in me 

My lust for words to illustrate feels like am short of breath

The louder the beat the more I lose my voice

I feel like a stranger to myself and I don't feel bad about it 

The movement of the upper and lower lips I can read

The brightness of the charming smile on his face I can read

The black beautiful eyes swirling around mine like someone looking for a needle in an ocean 

What he says and what I was supposed to say I know not 

The eagerness in me to speak or scream could not find there way out of me

I have millions of words I could say but only one that should be trashed finds its way out

Now is the time for an earthquake for it alone can save me from this unplanned choice of word

My gaze in his gaze tells a different story that changes my world

This is real and I will give anything to keep it 

The before and after still feels like the beginning 

What am not sure of and I don't want to be sure of is how long will it feels this way

My love story is still in progress and I might tell the ending or someone might tell it for me