Life is built around what we see, hear, smell, touch and taste. Basic, if you’re looking at it from a logical point of view. Perspective has a way of keeping us chained to reality. What is here and what isn't and often wonder about the phrases we don't speak but hear. Now there are moments, moments so minimal and so grand in a much bigger scale than the one our bodies are able to express it on. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ There’s one in particular, and the only way I could ever put it into words on the trail of those before who have tried and are still trying to define it is magic. I stumbled upon this virtue when I saw my body collide against that of another, and so I found myself gripping to this truth the way a newborn clings to a mother’s finger for the first time. I felt my skin rise. I heard my chest stump. I caught a scent and taste of what love must be like. I felt it... Right there, between the tips of my fingers and the spaces separating you from me. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Ever read a book or watch a movie, the first few chapters, first few scenes, it’s all a slow build up until you’ve reached the climax and turning point of the story. The mood begins to shift. Time becomes irrelevant. Einstein chuckles, and suddenly all these thoughts bouncing around the walls of my head fade out. Fast becomes slow. Soft becomes hard. Light becomes dark. And heat, heat becomes the only thing you feel at this point. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Warmth like the sun on your face… Warmth like hot chocolate on a cold winter morning… Warmth like staying home under covers. Not there, not when, but here. Here. Now. Heat. Flesh. Warmth. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Push, pull, low, high, higher, through the roof, across the skies, between light streams, until you begin to wonder what it looks like when stars collapse... It's what I see. Isolating hydrogen into proton, clockwise, counterclockwise, acceleration. Particle collision. And then nothing. And then everything.