You seem to have come out of nowhere,
an experience I couldn't see from miles away.
It's like biting into something without expectation
only to be doubtful at first, but developing a craving for it
with each. additional. bite.
with each. additional. bite.
I've tried to fight with logic,
but always end up losing that battle.
The senses are overpowering, the chemistry undeniable.
I ask myself what to do, but the predictions are impossible.
So I choose to hold your hand and float down the stream that is called life.