/pol/ - International /Pol/itics & /Bant/er

Let me tell you Saars about a time where the presence of a woman trembles my heart

A few years back i sat on the seat of a dining ground quite well off into the darker hours of the night. All is sound, nothing irregular as all are of the usual walkline of ordering, leisure, and preparation of dishes within which a background noise of small work sounds are at constant roll alongside various lines of packed conversations alluring.


I went through my laid out order of food. Rummaging through the broken down parts in search of meat on a tempo not on hurry. Then I saw one girl that has caught my eye during her stand to order. She was a true staggering sight at the wake of me glancing at her face


Oh goodness, she did indeed scrambled over my capacity for feelings. I had in a good long while felt my heart droop down and then pumped back up on an overclocked rate that reddens my face. My mind kept stiffening my rotation of head only to line up with my food yet my deeper emotions yearns to scarcely view her, if I do however I will need to bear the tightening of my chest

I kept my position there. I predict that any outcomes of to establish a way of letting myself in the connection to know her will be one of dead ends. it is certain, it is one like an encounter with a luminous, flaunting flower spawned atop a mountain that cannot be caressed nor have the scent savored. Surely I am but a spectator and not a playing piece


Now that It had been a good leap apart from that moment I come to conclude a jest for myself;

for all the things that may had been wronged and wrecked to be unsalvageable,

We must still be in the reachable act that we are venturing through.

All that had been rustled pass must be turned into a ponder in ways of a better package,

may the flow of life and fate send a recurrence of a double chance; yet in a self caused setting of abilities high