the back of my throat, it still holds that exact sweetness, a kind of internal hum that resonates, not just from the taste but from the sheer unbelievable fact of it all, that this feeling, this absolute fullness, it can be so simple, so unburdened by anything i have to do or be, just… this. and that’s the thing, isn’t it, it's never about clutching it, it’s about letting it wash over you and then letting it go, knowing it will come again, like the tide.