I couldn't explain all that I felt. Sometimes a scenic beauty, sometimes a pulse in my heart. My mind went fast and my tongue tried to catch up and my tongue went fast and the people tried to catch up. My hand too slow to record my mind and even lazy to record my mouth. My heart in ache of spilling itself somewhere, searching through a thick canopy of trees in the hopes of finding a golden ray of sunlight. My mind too cluttered, unable to keep things away. My body aching, in synchrony with my heart. My lips panting, thirsty, but not for water. I know that to tell that writing everything was tiring was as absurd as telling that breathing was tiring, but I also know that sometimes I did breathe so heavily that I found breathing tiring. My right hand aching with all that I wrote, my heart aching to write some more. The war between my physique and emotions; my physique eventually giving up and letting my emotions take over.
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