The waves are rolling over each other competing in their speed and agility, still the winner of all the times is the one which has ‘consciousness’ as the final point. When arriving to the water mill it is she who irreversibly launches the great mechanism of self-torture, and this one, frankly speaking makes great friends with heating system. That’s why it passes the baton and the last one takes up his duties, so in a few seconds you feel heat slowly but steadily spreading all over your body. Your cheeks turn into two well warmed up frying pans ready to make some omelette. The palms become the perfect place for sweat surfing, where each line of life is a private territory lagoon.
The heart throws the party where all but your self-control is invited. Lungs grow into a deep abyss where the sounds of the above disco echo. Undoubtedly stars of the dance floor appear to be your thoughts, which rip off their dull uniform with a stripe ‘logic’ on it and surrender to a stormy stream of chaos. The law of conservation of energy also continues clearly working, but currently it decided to change its shelter by leaving legs face to face with weakness in charge. Indeed, it would be impolite to reject the invitation of the heart.
What do you think was the starting point of the emotions' tornado? Non-compliance with generally accepted (read as ‘illusory’) standards? Untimely public joke? Or maybe severe lie to parents?
No. That chemical reaction is happening right now to little sister eating my ice-cream and finding me behind her back at the sweetest culmination point - chocolate-soaked waffle-horn tip.
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