that feeling, the one that tasted like exactly where i am, it still catches in my throat sometimes, not from sadness, but from the sheer, unbelievable rightness of it, like a song finally finding its key. it's the kind of jolt that washes away any residue of the night's dreams, or the faint, almost imperceptible ache in the back of my throat that sometimes catches, reminding me that even this pure joy has its edges. just a quick, clean snap back into the pulsing now, every cell saying YES again.