Exhilarate/Annihilate
Inhale.
Life flows through me; something awakens within, something ephemeral and barely tangible. It almost doesn’t register on my consciousness.
My heartbeat skips and flutters, something tickles my mind.
Exhale.
Synapses fire, my pulse is pounding in my mind like drumbeats.
Drums, drums in the deep.
Inhale.
I cannot find words. There are none. I sincerely cannot think.
Exhale.
For the first time in my life I realize that I don’t need to be able to describe something to know that it is real:
“I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand and the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep and there are no words for that.”
-Brian Andreas
Inhale…
❤
curro ergo sum 
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