the circle begins. it never ends.
four months more,
the apprehension haunts again.
faint connections formed,
darkened, strengthend,
thickening more and more.
connections which link to the heart,
like a bee.
look at them
how can they break?
reluctance guides the hands.
in the center of the pool of familiarity
sitting poised, amidst the connections
awaiting for four months more.