Writing, writing, writing...

Sometimes you feel you are stepped inside a step, nowhere to go, risky to move. Sometimes your heart stops beating, and you must knock it a little to make it work again. Sorrounded by people, no one around. There is a precise moment when you feel the entire world can´t follow you, or what is even worse, understand you.

You know what you feel, nobody else knows but unfortunately try once and again to persuade they do. You are advised to do this and that, to feel this way, to let your feelings go trough some way, maybe your mouth, maybe not.

All life along you have been preparing for this moment. You´ve made mental exercise, you have made up your mind, you decided before what it could be better for now. And now you see you are wrong, quite wrong. All plans and schedules you have created and disposed, seem fine to be put off for a further more critical situation.

Mentally absorted, not making a phisical movement. You can follow her hair and smile, and nothing else is there till the moment your hand is embraced by hers. Watching straight to the eyes, the whole view can be a paradise or a nightmare, it doesn´t care.

Whispers coming and going, still not moving. You know what´s happening. You are falling in love.