The Rush
Those around you are integral to your being. and, in light of this reality, this glaring realization that there are so many people about and they are not mere background in your everyday, lending their character to your life for the pay off of the relief they allow, others are like batteries if you use them correctly:
Sitting in a room, unsuspecting, and enjoying time alone in front of a screen giving the only light to everything, unsuspecting, and feeling alone in a story and somehow wrapt away from interruption raged against the 5 senses–If the neighbor is blasting music loudly through the walls, if the kids that smoke in the hallway set fire to something that sends smoke clogging the nose, if the leak from the ceiling breaks through, covering every inch with water thick with dirt, if from that flood of water, the upstairs neighbor comes pouring down himself, naked and thudding to the floor, even if some of that water managed its way into the mouth and onto the tongue, it takes little effort to shrug it off and get back to the yarn at hand.
Introduce however, the presence of another, maybe a potential soulmate, with which one could be wrapt up with, happy, just outside the door, on a cell phone and indiscriminately pacing the hall, and the every known sense is rendered obsolete for the very small time when the eyes are closed and the body feels another hum inside of it, sensing a similar design so in tune that even through walls they are able to find one another, to feel a familiar frequency of life, and they are able to embrace.
Strange and arousing all at once but for only a second, because everyday is inundation of the very sensitive receptor that humans use to feel out themselves. This receptor is constantly engaged.
The rare peek is small enough to best a second, but is comparable to a rush, an overflow or overload, either one is suitable.
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