an irony of a giver

my brain runs in the speed of 148
my curiosity as deep as the ocean
my heart extends towards the universe
my faith is in Allah
my body subsequently.. follows
between nature and spirits.

in practice, my reality is torn
between what is real and not
in so many ways it keeps me grounded
it keeps me humble and naive
-almost dumb.

she says, is all qualities makes a lady worth to be spoil for

thus imagine, all of the above:
in phase of hunger of attention

where wud anyone begin to give?


............


(is my closeness to him due to this?
for i am hooked too soon too deep and his [much needed] silence kills)

EDIT [40min later]: DISTRACTION KILLS (time)