Unspoken longingness...

Once.. i was captivated by this object. Not by the outlook, for beauty deserted it. Or, its never consider beauty, by my std. Familiarity soon evoked the interest because underneath that thin superficial layer of appearance lies something more intriging. Yet, by default, the object is classified as beyond ur reach.

Every step nearing the object, e scent smells like roses to ur nose, e scarf touches like silk to ur skin... its like e aroma of coffee tempting you to take a deep breath, sucking in e air, letting it through ur nose & transpassing dwn to an imaginary taste to ur tongue. Emotional turmoil when all u wan is to watch from afar for u understand its lethal sld u taste it - like hooking on to opium. period.

Just as Adam's being tempted by Eve, and tasted the forbidden fruit, e heavenly taste and the hidden desire to own the object suddenly burst & explode in universe. Holding e object... the unspoken longingness and love pour steadily - wishing to call it mine. Internal struggle continues - for all is clear dat all good things will soon come to an end.

Opening the hand, taking one last glance at the beautiful object, shakey fingers treading the edge as though understanding thats the final touch... eyes blinking back e tears, clearing the vision, not trusting ownself in speaking. Each pump of the heart as though knife piercing through, reminding the pain that its tearing your heart to gain its exit.. its exit out of that special corner in your heart, its exit out of your life..and its entry onto another galaxy.