A certain melancholy fills the air, and as we're the sponge of all emotions, I had the chance to tap into this field.
Tap, tap-tap, tap...
Who do you miss? Who do you love? Who do you think most of? To whom does the beat skips its rhythm?
"And so it is," sang, "the coldest water."
When one spirals down the path of love, the heart is exercised into further levels of the capability to feel.
We can think, but we can never understand fully.
Should the questions be answered though,
(A moment of endorphin release)
bliss is felt.
