There it is….

It doesn’t last long but damn it’s worth it. Like a slow wave, warm bliss washes up from my belly, flooding out all the stress, all the pain, drowning every fucking care. Calm and energizing at once, it’s perfect balance. Synapses fire and the fog lifts. Words turn lyrical as emotions slide into inspiration. Music pulses, ideas dance and words flow.

All is love.

All is creativity.

All is attainable.

The highest high is brief – the crest of it is so fleeting that nothing else matters as I ride the bliss. I know it won’t last – but the brief romance drives me to take more. Not every hit cimaxes so beautifully but it’s the possibility – the chance that for a few exhaulted moments, I will feel only joy.