Thank you for cutting off my breathing.

I love being completely estatic. It is such a wonderful feeling; feeling as if nothing can bring you down. Perhaps sometimes it is a bit of a niave feeling, but a great one just the same. How glad I am to be feeling it right now.
I feel like I'm floating and spinning and completely out of control, but in a good way. I want to dance. I want to prance around rooftops and swim in Mountain Dew. I'm invinsible. Nothing can hurt me. I am lion, here me roar [grawr!]. The little things that normally poke at me are completely forgotten. I am in a state of joy, and I think know I like it.
So what, you might ask, is causing me this state of euphoria [no, not the euphio m'dear]?
It's the clogged feeling in my throat.
It's the marks on my back.
It's the wind in my hair.
It's the crack to my whip.
You'll never know.

Dance amongst the flowers with me.
Daydream. I fell asleep amid the flowers, for a couple of hours, on a beautiful day...