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You know that feeling when You stand up too quickly And suddenly everything Goes dark and just for a Split second you feel like You're floating in space- the unknown. Then a burst of color splashes Across your eyes! You're back on the ground. And you struggle for a bit To regain your bearings. Then realize everything will be okay? This is called a head rush. In medical terms, it is "a sudden drop in blood pressure and coordination when a person stands up too quickly." Not too far off from what I felt When I found out I loved you And that you loved me too. I lost my balance and My life had been a constant State of just everything going Dark as I rushed into things Without thought or constraint. In school, in sports, in relationships... Each attempt in the hopes of Getting that splash of color Yet I was left in the unknown- The darkness. Left behind... Left wanting and wandering. Then You-- you who had been There all along, you, whom I've Spoken to a thousand times before, Appear in front of my eyes, Seemingly out of nowhere, And like the true artist That you are, Start to paint my world With color again.
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Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 9:31 AM UTC
Head Rush
You know that feeling when You stand up too quickly And suddenly everything Goes dark and just for a Split second you feel like You're floating in space- the unknown. Then a burst of color splashes Across your eyes! You're back on the ground. And you struggle for a bit To regain your bearings. Then realize everything will be okay? This is called a head rush. In medical terms, it is "a sudden drop in blood pressure and coordination when a person stands up too quickly." Not too far off from what I felt When I found out I loved you And that you loved me too. I lost my balance and My life had been a constant State of just everything going Dark as I rushed into things Without thought or constraint. In school, in sports, in relationships... Each attempt in the hopes of Getting that splash of color Yet I was left in the unknown- The darkness. Left behind... Left wanting and wandering. Then You-- you who had been There all along, you, whom I've Spoken to a thousand times before, Appear in front of my eyes, Seemingly out of nowhere, And like the true artist That you are, Start to paint my world With color again.
frankie-abraham
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Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 9:31 AM UTC
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