I guess the only way to describe it is that it feels like someone is climbing from the edge of your stomach, up your throat, trying to reach you lips.
Every thought you have ever thought about heads straight for
your gut, and tries to make its point understandable to others.
Sometimes the climber stumbles, causing rocks to fall back down, and leaving an terrible feeling in the lining.
Sometimes even he falls, and he burns in the acid of your uneasy abdomen.
But sooner or later, that climber will reach the top, and when he does, there's a certain spontaneity that falls over everyone.

(j.a.r.)