It's so strange how fast we grow attached to some people sometimes. This isn't the first time for me, I know, but it's funny how every time I feel this way, it ends up feeling like a whole new experience; almost as if my heart knew this might come, but my brain forgets to process that and add it to my other archived thoughts, so that each time I feel this thrill, it's exhilarating, it's exciting... it's strange how adrenaline can pump so fast, so real, so... unfamiliar?
I remember going out to get some bandages and meeting them for the first time; then I met them again later after a while. We talked a little and found out we clicked. At the time,I wasn't feeling this way, no; I didn't even expect to, see? it came as a surprise. And when I did stroll again for the hundredth time one breezy July evening...
We met again by chance and talked again; then it hit me hard: that though I'd tried, I hadn't been able to think of anything else. She had unknowingly colonized my mind, and stayed with me in the subconscious. It hit me hard that I hadn't realized this earlier; and suddenly I felt like talking for hours. I found I could be understood and listened to. I found I was honest, and oh, had I been the other times too— every conversation I had with her; it was startlingly new, though it wasn't; it was comforting and exciting; it was almost... unfamiliar.
Now every time I watch a K drama series; an anime series, when washing, or doing my favorite things with headphones in each ear, I'm left wowed by how easily my subconscious was manipulated; left puzzled each single time, almost like I've been under hypnosis for way too long. But again it's not the first time for me— so would the adrenaline rush really be worth it? I won't know. And somehow I think I don't want to. Someone once said having someone you care about is like getting a gift from someone. It's exciting, it's thrilling, and you're left wondering what that is. But also, I think I'll be too excited and happy to receive the present than I will be to see what really is in it. Somehow, I'm afraid to see what lays inside that box, beneath the tidy wrappings; because I know it might contain answers I don't really want to know. So I think I'm okay with just the pretty box itself being pretty.
And...What if I really never get to open it? I don't know, but I hope that maybe I won't be left too dazed after finding out— it won't be the first time, it won't be; but somehow I'm left wondering... would it be unfamiliar?
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Whispers From The Dark
PoesíaIt all started with one person -the bane of my existence. And from there, the whole random package. This has to be the deepest emotions I've felt penned down in one single book-did i break that person or did I end up broken?
