it's not the heart.

The reason for this, I know, are the ...

..why the heart flutters when one is near, why do the cheeks burn?
when one feels conscious of oneself under the watchful eyes of the other.

I did not mean it that way. I did not desire your attention.
It is not even comparable to Romeo's love for Rosaline, if ever there was any.
But "this love feel I, that feel no love in this."

Maybe, just.. Petrarchan?

Nah, lipids.

As I was scrolling down..

I feel a tinge of pity.

I have God. No, God has me and I am glad about it. Blessed to be chosen. Blessed to be saved. Blessed that I am God's.

I am Blessed.
I shall not want to die.
I must not.

Eighteen and..

So I was thinking that when I'm an adult, I hope that I'll never have to feel this way again and then it struck me..

I'm already one. 

There's only the horizon and I'm slowly losing the sight

The glowing sun has lost its warmth, what of its brightness that stings and torture the soul in scarlet? What of the rays of hope of its promise, that never seem to have materialized? The horizon is sinking in my view, or am I sinking in its view? A sea of empty faces. Distorted illusions. Self loathing. First they greet the veil with coldness, don the body with pain and engulf the lungs in toxic acidity. Now they're continuing to rise higher and higher still.. My eyes are starting to feel the salty sting. 

P.S I can't swim..

Without control

What is a lamb without its Shepard? Directionless, nameless, worthless. Such is her plight without her protectors. Loss, of direction, identity and worth. Alone in this ever-seducing path of destruction set for itself. Shall one wonder, why its eyes glistened against its worn out lids..

shall one ever wonder...why is it happening so frequently..

shall one?

Of you

I'm now scared that I'll grow tired 

God

Needed something..