That rare occurrence when everything gets quiet,
That rare sensation when everything stops for a moment.
It's almost too calm, like the eye of a storm,
That rare feeling when everything and nothing are the main components.
No one speaks, and nothing is heard,
Nothing moves, and no one breathes.
Don't let this calmness go away,
Don't disturb it, don't let it flee.
A rushing waterfall of emotion,
No room for anything more.
A rushing river of sights, sounds, and feelings,
That one sensation that won't let me close the door.
When will this end?
This roller coaster inside of me.
These waves of emotion that sweep over my heart, my body,
Drowning me, until I can't breathe.
Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 3:08 PM UTC
That rare occurrence when everything gets quiet,
That rare sensation when everything stops for a moment.
It's almost too calm, like the eye of a storm,
That rare feeling when everything and nothing are the main components.
No one speaks, and nothing is heard,
Nothing moves, and no one breathes.
Don't let this calmness go away,
Don't disturb it, don't let it flee.
A rushing waterfall of emotion,
No room for anything more.
A rushing river of sights, sounds, and feelings,
That one sensation that won't let me close the door.
When will this end?
This roller coaster inside of me.
These waves of emotion that sweep over my heart, my body,
Drowning me, until I can't breathe.
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