I wanted to tell you . . .

so many times in our life, we have some thing to say to someone, but it some unexplainable phenomenon that stops us to give sound to our words.
So much to say, so much to explain and just cant feel the rhythm to tune out the expressions.
Just for all these expressions, feelings unknown mysteries . . .

I wanted to tell you . . .
Sitting behind a tree, looking cautiously at you
Time drags with falling leaves around, without you
In a drizzling atmosphere I wanted to tell you

It all begins where it ends
It always ends before it starts
It always starts when I wanted to tell you

What makes me breath so heavily in front of you?
I don’t know what is it, where is it & why?
What makes me stop when I wanted to tell you?
I don’t know what it feels; it is there, but why?

The words slip down the throat when . . .
The eyesight seems to be still when . . .
And my heart ceases to beat when . . .

The expression of concern was there,
For this I wanted to tell you actuality.
Like shines the account for lurking was there
But I wanted to tell you the covered veracity.

* a streamline, a ring to the chain of 'Affairology seasons'
This seasons last episode will be posted tonight, stay tuned and get the ultimate final version, the last words for a new beginning.