the thrill,
of being in a foreign country,
the view of people rushing thru the airport hall,
excited for what's in store after the doors.
the thrill,
of going to a new coffee shop,
the warmth of the very first sip,
wondering what to do when the espresso kicks.
the thrill,
of listening to a new favourite song,
inhaling each words, groove breathing into your body
ecstatic to how a simple tune can make you feel so alive.
the thrill,
of the blinking LED on your phone,
wanting to see what's written on the screen,
realizing its the one you've been waiting for.
the thrill,
of getting to know and falling for people,
that does nothing but makes you fast sweep,
not knowing when or where the tide will sleep.
"am i in love with your or am i in love with the feeling"