Hello Paths are winding, Twisting, Leading, Glimmering with translucency, not sure if they were destined to become solid or not. Moments are slipping, Drifting, Fading, Lost and found, gone and reborn, possibly replaced, most of the time not. Ideas are forming, Rushing, Racing, Chaotic within my mind, living and dying, telling myself what I want is what I need. Hearts are pounding, Punctual, Uncontrollable, Furling and aching to know your name. To meet you. Know you. Understand you. A path is forming, moments are slipping, ideas are forming, my heart is pounding- All simple acts as I walk down the street. We're smiling. "Hello," You say. And suddenly, all of these actions, these dismissive instinctive tones, fade into the background, their time and unspent energy free but unnoticed. You're waiting for a response. You're holding your breath. You cannot control it. Not any of it. Love takes our choices away. It's worth it. "Hello."