heart mumbles

The very seed of this thought was planted by a simple conversation where I was the one attempting to soothe the complications of another's skipping beat. I was independent and free to fall in love with the distant voice of this one, the poetic words of that one, or the charming smile of the one that has temporarily left my sight.

But a single night and the simple murmur of my heart for one particular man has turned into a shout, a song, and it's an odd feeling to contain when its sudden excitement is riding on the waves of nothing more than a dream.

A dream, really, a simple dream. The mind knows that all of this is just a shallow swim, but the less logical part of me is happily submerged in this thick but fleeting feeling.

It's all illogical, it's all insane, but this is my so-called love.