I hear you talking,
My mind rushes as you reply.
I can't even form a sentence;
Your sweet words are welcoming,
Yet also overwhelming.
It's new for me,
Talking with someone like this.
It feels brand new.
I hear your sweet words,
And wonder where these butterflies come from.
In a sense of red, cheery clouds,
I can't tell if I'm floating or drowning.
Suddenly, time feels hazy,
I can't define it exactly.
I hear you from afar, in my own way,
As if time zones keep us parallel.
Maybe my mind is jetlagged,
Trying to process what my heart says.
Though, this is just my point of view.
Now I wonder what you say,
Do you sense strangeness in me?
Do you have expectations for us?
What color do you imagine us to be
When you talk with me?
A chaos of queries boils in my veins,
Like a tapes of series; my mind kept picturing.
Each scene a question, unanswered, lingering.
Will this feeling fade with the morning light,
Or blossom into something bold and bright?
I search for clues in every word you send,
A hidden meaning, a truth to comprehend.
But the more I seek, the less I know,
Lost in the currents of this uncertain flow.
Perhaps it's best to simply let it be,
To savor the mystery, wild and free.
To trust the path, though veiled in haze,
And find our colors in the coming days.