There are many stories trapped in another reality; highly imaginative, vibrant and out of control. Scenes that you don’t remember come alive after you come face to face with them again. We seem to be living them when we finally ride a high and how often does that happens? They say if you can't avoid it, yield to it, but how far does that takes you?

That last conversation had evoked quite a number of emotions that laid in slumber. Angst. Speechlessness. A flutter. Time has made us coward. I’ve dared not act upon emotions. For its consequence is too much to bear. There's a shimmering disturbance at the corner of my eye and I will not be afraid. I see them still.

I know what I don't need. And that scares me quite a bit. What I need are next moments.

The same cloud takes over with the same hovering swell and rapture. I can't fight nor resist it still. I can try but I give in.