TehSilent

I don't know the definition nor do I know the feeling. I wished for it to happen but I don't think I could handle it. I hoped for a chance to get to know more but now I regret it, somewhat. I can't look away from the beautiful ugliness. I feel tortured with the sound of the music. The little things feel like bee stings. The anger slows to join the turtle. The joy speeds to be one with the cheetah. The sensation rises with the temperature. The truth was reviled but you never noticed. You ignored me?