Every breath, each beat of heart,
Amplified, terrified, true.
Each sip—deeper joys, skin-deep in you.
Unified, crucified, blue.
Everything was visceral then.
Heightened, frightened, enlightened.
Our kiss—longer ways of loving you.
Deeper, sweeter, fever.
Age has robbed us of that passion,
Decried, denied, deprived.
Why must that fire now dwindle and die?
Spurned, forgotten, surrendered.
Tom Lefort December 2025
Dec 23, 2025
Dec 23, 2025 at 6:33 PM UTC
Every breath, each beat of heart,
Amplified, terrified, true.
Each sip—deeper joys, skin-deep in you.
Unified, crucified, blue.
Everything was visceral then.
Heightened, frightened, enlightened.
Our kiss—longer ways of loving you.
Deeper, sweeter, fever.
Age has robbed us of that passion,
Decried, denied, deprived.
Why must that fire now dwindle and die?
Spurned, forgotten, surrendered.
Tom Lefort December 2025
In our teenage years the volume **** is cranked all the way up, because the world is still new enough to hurt and thrill at the same time. Nerves fire without filters, hormones flood the bloodstream, and every sensation arrives unannounced and unmuted.
A first kiss isn’t just lips touching—it’s electricity, fear, triumph, and identity colliding in a single breath. Music feels like it understands you personally. Love feels fatal. Rejection feels like exile. It’s visceral because the brain hasn’t yet learned how to dull the edges; experience hasn’t taught us what to ignore.
We feel everything because we don’t yet know how not to. And while adulthood brings wisdom and control, that raw teenage intensity leaves a permanent imprint—a reminder of what it’s like to be fully exposed to the world, with nothing softened, nothing rehearsed, and nothing safely distant.
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