So much highs, so much lows
This is all new to me, which makes it all the more confusing. It is definitely different from how printed pages—published stories that have been my only source of information for the past sixteen years regarding this matter—describe it to be. An enigma is what it is; a very mind boggling riddle I can’t seem to get out of my head. I think about it day and night, when I have nothing else to think about. Sometimes it is the only worthy thing to think about. I look and crave for it—the popping in my ears and the weary thumping in my chest. I think I will never get used to this feeling. And I fear that if I do, it might not be as magical as people say it is. Or it may not even be real, what I am feeling now. It may just be a figment of space and time, just my curiosity making up stories in my head. I am caught in such a forceful wind that I can’t seem to keep my feet on the ground. Whatever is pulling me up to such bliss, I hope that it will not let me fall and break.