In abstract terms

It takes place.
Something comes into mind.
Dont know what is it.
Grasping around the brain and feeling it so high.

Gripping me.
Something that i would never know
or maybe yes,
as if something unknown was deeply soaking in the skin,
what is it.

Heart pounding.
Then feel anguish, so much.
Is it a new sorrow? Or was it an old one?

Without knowing how to act, thinking about act.
Acting, and.. perhaps.
Extremely passionate but too heavy to hide.

Indulgence,
Not possible.

Maybe next time to realise what is it.
Meantime the choice is to wait.
Wait for loving, hating, believing or desiring.
So much the better, my own