What is that whoosh spreading unusual stuff and will it be enough to make a difference to a lone wolf? Those smiling eyes you notice in the mirror now want to make a father figure of the unembraceable you, can it be true or are you still gonna use? How do screams wanting you not to leave now make you believe, how, just because you are sought out in the dead of night, and this little bundle cuddles up right, by your side, do you think you are down for the ride for the rest of your life. How is it that the universe you inhabit can stop on its axle sending all you know scattering right past you, and at you. Crashing and laughing at the same time your world should be trashing makes no sense at all but still you are willing to fall, on a sword, answer a call without question. The one and only situation not able to lessen the reality in your reality. Life that thus far you have been able to label and jar and leave on a shelf, now has no shelf to be left on, has you asking yourself questions, well just one. Like who dropped a bomb, why is this different from everything else that went before, why is this door touching the core of the person inside me profoundly? A boy that wants me and more needs me changes my world completely, do i see me, feel me, whatever it is he has me ultimately from this second on, to the day or second i am no longer on, this earth.