This feeling. There’s this swirl inside, and then the light-headedness. The heart palpitates. The sweat beads squeeze their way out of the pores. All smiles. The butterflies. The happiness of anxiety. The heart disengages from the age-old anchor. Freedom. The veins are re-energised; the senses recharged. You’re the anti-gravity, the catalyst.
But the mind resists. No, not now. Not ever. It’s the plunge before the waterfall. It could hit rock-bottom. Or it’ll be endless.
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