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.