Orderly chaos prevailed. The lavish tunnels, and the not-so-lavish faces.
A consortium of sorts.
A strangle tingling sensation.
Multitudes of faces. And bodies.
I look around, I’m king.
I breathe, I stay my stay.
I feel, feel my feelings.
I think about something juicy. I think I know what I’m thinking about.
I’m thinking about a feeling.
A rather curious feeling. Something that thrives on curiosity, rather.
I feel like I know you.
I feel like I know you, inside-out.
Amidst all the chatter, I feel like I know you.