[Split Eight]

Originally Posted by PancakeBrah

Go live today and tell me how it felt.
Just admit it. How the crowd
Felt like a shroud, or pelt, and your skin was abuzz
Rubbing abreast with a stranger’s. How it was
A molting of sensitive languor; the most emotive
Mooring, then untangling, then recoupling, then breaking from
Some decades of anger. The electric taste on a tongue,
Where every nerve, latent, is strummed, called to attention,
Sated and wrung, then reset all anew. Some summited view,
One pace from a plunge, exhilarant rush. Where minutes are
Paused, or skipped, if you deem them as such. That the cadence
Of a din holds some embrace there within.

Tell me that’s how it was. Tell me. Admit it.
Tell me.

so this is where you've been.