Catch it


The goose bumps creep down
the back of my neck over my
shoulders crawling down
my arms as I type these words

A high comes over me
as the words come together
and I begin to type faster
trying to keep up with the
train of thought as it leaves
the station to become a floating memory

I have to catch it because this is too good
to lose; for all of you to read
now this uncontrollable smile is breaking
my lips

I caught it.

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