Falling.

I sit and watch it growing in me.

Slowly and steadily.

 With every breath i take in.

 It expands.

So much that at times i

feel miniscule in front of it.

It is THAT overwhelming.

It touches me at places i didn’t

know existed inside me.

Not until you came along.

And changed everything.

It makes me feel complete,

when it sways leaving behind

a trail of emotions. I,

but sit and watch it.

Growing. Like it’s a life form,

bringing me to life.

They call it mind-fucking.

I call it love.

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