And let’s feel the flying feeling, fleeing from caved-in emotion; freeing ourselves from ourselves and releasing ourselves from the masked commotion that follows us in every second, followed by the notion of — what was I saying? Sure, let’s just go on like nothing [n]ever happened, and nothing ever did happen, and nothing ever meant more than when you inhaled and —
damn, that was like the magician’s work of making things appear and disappear again and again, and there you are again, staring me down with your middle-last name threats and instantaneously, I’m feeling the rush in my veins, in my chest, you send me into a spiral of thoughts, into a spiral of ‘was I supposed to say that, was that too much or not enough, or fucking God, let’s inhale another —
fuck. that feels like a lessening — I’ve lost my train of thought through lines of words and emotions, flowing through my veins, through my body like this magical shivering, like a cold front, like that moment when you go numb from the frozen air, the frozen commotion, everything just simply stands still.