This new rush of feeling was intricate and paradoxical. How could something so dirty also burn with such golden energy? There was a chain reaction taking place inside me, and each new emotion was so complex and conflicting that I could only stare in amazement. As soon as I tried to follow one liquid strand in this waterfall of thought, it had already passed on and merged back into this process of inevitability. I watched as my hand reached out. I saw every intricate pore. When the moment of contact came, I inhaled.

-------------------

oneword.com