Remembering who I am is a hot-cheeked, sinking feeling.
Pins and needles, butterflies in the ventricles.
Blood flow returning to areas that had lost feeling,
that had been presumed dead.
Have you ever been thirsty and drank much water so fast that your stomach hurt?
Things that you need are not always comfortable.
Sometimes things that you need happen all at once.
Sometimes they do not feel like giddiness,
but like the dizzying disorientation of being up too high on a tall building.
I am crashing back to reality.
You revel in my fall.