so strong, you became overwhelmed by just being alive? It happens to me sometimes. I will look into Lily's round black eyes, or catch the smell of the sidewalk after rain, or taste a chocolate so sublime, that I think, I am alive. A tingly synaptic connection is made before the verbal part of my brain can register or articulate the experience.
Those moments when there is nothing but a wave of sensation and a hint of mortality, I know I am small and temporary. I am okay with that.
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