thrill

thrill

A Poem by hypochondrita

crowded rooms are insane.
so much information.

people give them out all the time.
there's too many to keep up though.
it's like a manual we choose to ignore.
too scared to miss the big picture by focusing in one particular individual.

that's what's beautiful about being in love.
we give up our safety. we deprive our visual field of its entire range. blinding ourselves to so much.
because we believe it's worth it.
it wont be hurtful to miss whatever the rest of the world is putting out.
the chase feel as if it peaked.
it wont get better than this therefore there's not a single information that cant be ignored.

passion doesnt last forever though.
sooner or later your eyes will have to expand their sight yet again.
how painful it is to endure generalizations and parcial knowledge when youve experienced the wonder of fully diving into something.
the certainty of love is exhilarating.
we often dont know what to do.
always stuck looking at a pro and cons list.
not with love.
we know.
we just know.

© 2018 hypochondrita


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Added on June 19, 2018
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