I feel light and spacey, it’s like floating. The current is all that pushes me forward. There are miles between my mouth and my mind, and I’m throwing my tongue down the canyon. Allow me to speak from my soul today. Let my hands spell it out for you. It is you. You are the cause of the current. My chest was so full of your warmth that my brain had to take in the excess. You make me overflow. It spills into my head and my hands and the pen picks it up with each swipe of ink. Has it seeped into your skeleton yet? Do you drip affection as I do now? Are you afflicted?
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