hello butterfly

Smack in the middle of dreary routines and meaningless actions, it hit you. So fluid and sudden you didn't even realize it at first, you were just caught in the music and you sang along, danced a little to the tune, and before you could say hello, it hit you full-force, swept you off your feet.

The tornado of feeling, the sudden surge of sensation, so new yet familiar, took you to the past but only briefly, because your new found sanity guarded you oh so protectively.

But that glimpse was more than enough. More, and it could be harmful. Just one little gesture that justified those tossing and turning on depressing sleepless nights, an itch so disturbing no amount of vodka could cure.

And in a split second it happened. No bells ringing, no alarm of any kind. It was just there, an opportunity for you to grab, without prologues or further explanations. All you needed to do was absorb, with childlike openness and soak the moment.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the best kind of high.