Mind.1

Everyday, walking into these cold halls, entering and being detained into these four-cornered prison, and straining my ears to the voices of Knowledge, is painstaking. I have to keep myself from stumbling, else, i might not rise up again. I need to feed my brain, else, I would drown into regrets. And then, I see you. While waiting for the mediums of Knowledge to start the sermon, I see you. You, who walked past me. You, who seated yourself on those cold, tiled halls. You. You had something in you. I just cannot come to paint it. Seeing you just lessened the ache. You sent your butterflies into my stomach. A cold, tingling sensation flowed through my spine. Yet, it dazzled me. You dazzled me. The feeling was just too fast for me to wave a halt to it. It was too sudden a realization that I was already infatuated. I was in doubt. So, I looked at you with critical eyes. I was perplexed to see that you are not as handsome or pretty as i thought you would be. You did not have a gait. But the feeling cling onto me like the fragrance of sweet incense. Then, I remembered and said to myself, you had something in you. I just cannot come to paint it.

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