The flow, a drive that moves my steps
A direction, like water cascading
A drenching flood, like heavy syrup
A covering, that sticks and is stuck to.
The smell, a complete intoxication
A stupor, like purple waves of heat
A feeling, like floating and vacuums
An emptiness, like eating sweety pies.
The impact, a breathtaking hit
A desire, like a shaking hand
A psychosis, like a forest in a rainstorm
A fountain, like lovers’ first real desire.
