Bam Bam

Here, the heart beats to the rhythm of ‘bam bam bam,’ like a drum at a carnival - noisy, erratic, and too fast. Everything went haywire because of that ‘little witch’ who smiles and promises eternity, but half an hour later is writing to someone else. Everyone warned me: ‘Don't believe her, leave her,’ but I'm still drawn to her - and even my resentment sounds more like part of the game.

This is a story about how the mind waves its hands, but the feelings stubbornly continue to dance. The magic of a glance, a light intoxicating lie, night-time calls after midnight - and now it's impossible to break out of the enchanted circle. The irony is that it's painful and sweet at the same time, and the heart, despite all the arguments, still does the same thing: *bam, bam, bam*.