a tiny chronology

First a laughter initiates chemical reactions.
Then a glimpse, a gaze, a long stare simplifies the world as if nothing else matters.
The sun rises between couple of stars, smiling through the darkness.
Heartbeats quicken, breathes taken away, like a mountain crashes over, yet to be light as possible to lifted up above.
Pulses get higher, mouths dry, eyes sparkle...
All the filthy encouraging gained by crowd- confidence disappear.
Two very lonesome half-heart-shaped boxes tend to unite with fear.
Hesitation divide the waves around.
Up in the air anyone can feel the chaotic silence caused by the frequent flow of clumsy gestures.
Those eyes divine...
Who'd intend to interrupt?
Anyone knows, sometimes, with only one word; everything falls apart.
Cruel minds play tricks on hearts.
To speak is to set rules for start;
To speak is to create a fragile bubble with needles around;
To speak is to destroy the innocence arise.
Curiosity pops up after long lasting pauses.
Along comes endeavor to keep the mystery alive.
Still-snapshots recorded on mind...
every move, every little hand gesture, every other tempting look.
A new world is discovered from the very same old book.
Intentions are always being good...
How to keep sacred a captivated soul?
More or less, time presumes...
Time is the healing muse.
Anything ends before it begins, is a saving and yet a wasted tour.
How about absence of composure?
What if lack of self - confidence leads to certain truth?
Fundamentals of being a fool...basics of "loving" as a tool...
Please remove every despair upon the mood..
Among reality, dreams are decorated with milk, sugar and long lasting blues...