Ponder, Pondering and Still to Ponder

Sometimes, somewhere there creeps the eerie feeling, a feeling that somehow makes you feel is resonating amidst the memories that have faded in time. A feeling that, no matter how much you try to evade the more you are still addicted to it. Well it is a cranky feeling. I am not talking about the finesse of a rolled tobacco nor is it the smooth flow of alcohol. Instead I stop and ponder upon the wizardry of love.