The thought, the feeling, the everything that happens inside your body. Close to an explosion: a burst of the unknown revealing itself in glowing sparkles of joy.You do not remember how it started, neither how it has reached the point where every road is open, every minute there is a cross section and there is no need to take the time to think about which turn to take because there seems to be something inside that tells you where it will be better.
Hard to define, hard to stand on the outside for a minute alone and starre and know it. It has to be you. The greatest feeling on earth is the one you can't even name. The warm cuddliness of home, the hot sensation of challenge, the trembling nervousism of fear, the exaustive spurr of insanity. An insomnia that lasts as a vivid dream, an outerworld experience, as if you have just reached into space, into infinity.
For once, you actually are unique and blissfull. God himself is a long way down when you are standing on top of the world, smiling with pleasure like you have crawled inside your birth wound once again and all your sins turned to dust and flew away, becoming someone else's burdon to carry.
Perfection in a moment alone. Your head swimming far away, right to left. You faint. The fire in your stomach puts itself out and reborns, only to die once again, further less painfully. And that twirl, silly twist of the mind is all you will ever remember from the only moment you belonged, for you were all that mattered, the last one still standing.
