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March 14, 2009

Unsolicited

I feel so little whenever you are around. I feel like a single grain of sand in the midst of the seashore. I can’t move, I can’t talk and every action I make seems to me as if someone is watching. My inner consciousness overwhelms the entire me thus making it obvious that I am in the verge of something indescribable.

I can’t look straight and sometimes wishes that I could be blind. My eyes glitter with just the glimpse of you and I am too much afraid that you might catch the light that sparkles out from my sight.

I feel out of place whenever you start a conversation and I can never relate to what you are talking about. It freaks me out whenever you start talking and I can’t find anything to say for words just floods my mind and it chokes in my mouth that I can’t say a thing.

This might have been a superfluous statement, but I can never deceive the way I feel whenever it strikes me.

I’m just a shy type creeping out from a solitude corner, afraid to make a move, afraid to be broken.

Beautiful creature, please don’t intimidate me.

It feels ironic, it feels awkward, but somehow I feel HAPPY.