Some days fill me up.

All of the movements of the world – steps, brushes, touches, thoughts, words leaving lips, objects changing hands – heat up the energy all around. These particles, which have been waiting to ignite, burst into a buzzing existence.

I can feel it between the fabric of my clothes and my skin, between the space of breath and touch and breath. I can feel it charging me from the bottom up: in my steps, the swing of my hands, the slope of my smile, the way my eyes are so open.

I become full of all the people around me. Full of the things they give and the way they do so lovingly.

I am full. Of heat. Of motion. Of light – wick to soul.

I overflow.

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