Of Love And Other Demons..

when i read marquez talk about it,
i like it, yes,
but i don't quite believe it.
the halos and the yellow butterflies.
oops.

sometimes things happen.
they take you beyond logic,
they teach you things beyond comprehension..

i find myself drunk, happy,
one night,
i get back to where i was staying,
and among a lot of people,
i see him.
i just see him and my heart collapses.

i try to analyse this with my worldly wisdom.
it says everything should be reasonable
for you to be and stay happy.

so how do i define this?
is it because i'm drunk?
am i getting stupid, because this dint happen in my teens..
is it because i dint meet anyone like him before?

i try to sleep.
and the next morning, i'm not drunk,
my heart leaps higher and higher just by his glimpse.
there's something wrong indeed.

so i decide to let it free.
i let it take its own path,
i let it grow..

sometimes, logic is not that real.
it tells me.
and sometimes, it can give you enormous amount of energy,
this irrationality.