The Argument

This is insane. I am feeling something that I shouldn't be feeling. I wouldn't call it irrational -- but foolish maybe? or unwise?

Why?

Because it is something guarded or almost sacred (for lack of a better word!). Try as I might to purposely disregard the feeling, it inhabits my mind like a ghost. It torments me in a bittersweet way that I simply cannot negate its existence. It comes to me in bouts of whirlwind and subtle breaths of fresh air; both penetrating; leaving imprints in my consciousness.

How can I fight it?

I can't. It's too late.

Hah! A perfect song came to mind just now...

But I am afraid. My presumptuousness had once bitten me back. I dare not do it again. It is not the act, but the repercussion of the act. It is painful. A sharp torment.

What do I do now to keep my balance?

I don't know. It is insane...