again
you know
when that thing hits
it takes your breath away or
causes you to grasp the cotton of your tshirt between your clenched hands at your chest with an earnestness you thought had died upon that bed that first time that blood letted anticipation of joy
and here you are so so oh so far
along on this track this path this course this journey
called life and there it is again
thought lost thought given away thought rendered to another in one swift thrust
but no
here you are
again sliced through by the final choice that can not be changed
and the determination to realize the pleasure of the decision made real