Back-flipping on a trampoline, feel the wind gasp at the hairs on your
neck and you hit grass with your back. You pay the price whether it be through
injury or sanity, savagery or just
seconds wasted, that moment when u slid down against your seat in your car just
low enough so your head can poke out like that unwanted too small sweater
knitted by grandma for Christmas and u cry, u cry bolts of tears and u break
down enough that people thought u painted for a living and Satan even had pity
for just a nanosecond. The moment where
everything just shadows in comparison of that moment when u felt like u were
high off life, the bright lights of Manhattan or the smells of Italy and the
tastes of Brazil. Your pheromones felt like a tribe of fireflies came together
and buzzed the national anthem because of that moment.
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