A tickling mind caught gasping.

Sweet savoury endings enter Pouring itself over my chest with a chilled tickle Stirring away the tight swallows Wafting scenes of food...

How quick the spiraling tugs close in A void so deep swimming up sinks you further down Restless ticking hands swatting away attempts to...

But like all over watered things, there must be slight wilt and wither

A mind swollen with thoughts

On the verge of colliding back into myself