I have always thought of you. Thought you were like the poison ivy. Fiery red during autumns, ordinary green at all the other times. Decisive looks, but an idea lethal. You come across as just an another average person in life. And later get so difficult to forget or detach or demote or demystify.
You turn into a matter of concern. Till suddenely, one day, the truth falters, but finally dawns. You are a living havoc, a brought upon chaos. The silence in commotion. And loudness of serenity.
In the weirdest of times and worst of places, you make me fall in love. In love with you, in love with life.
