a light swirling sensation heralds the rest of your attention to every detail of every second, even for only a moment, and you let it wash over you like the euphoria that love and existence can be, sometimes it gets more turbulent, and rages off into an inferno, or a fire breathing dragon, but something in you reminds you that, even the dragon breathes air every now and then.
and if you're to stave it off, long enough, that you too, must stop and breathe, air!
©danjor
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