clenching..

Sweat trickled as soon as I saw a glimpse of you. Now, there are voices in my head, uncontrollably speaking. Echoes of mind, I never intended to welcome, but was inevitable to do so. Feet started to angled ninety-degrees, looking more of you. Wanting to catch you even with a plain sight of your unseen figure. Mouth sewed tightly. Eyes are teary. Heart is throbbing. Sweats mixed with tears. It's an overwhelming pain and soft love. A one-way type, indeed.