When it happens, it’ll be scary. It’ll be something that hurts, to do. It WILL take great strength, mentally.

But, it’ll be natural.

It will take great strength because I will fight the natural flow of it happening.

I know I will.

I won’t want it, and it’ll slam into me, without a care for what I think I want.

It.

Something I know I would never search for, or try to replicate, again.

I’ve already had it.

I can’t expect it again.

But when it comes. It’s going to come full force.

It.

Only time will tell, if it even happens.

When your whole body vibrates. When your insides feel like they are floating, hovering, rather than tightly nestled inside. When all you can do is think, imagine, wonder, and hope.

It’s bad.

It’s good.

It’s new.

It’s old.

It’s trouble.

It’s savior.

It’s happiness

It’s sadness.

It’s maddening.

It’s enlightening.

It’s mine to know, and never to share.

It…