(This one, like the last post, is also pretty old and hard to relate to now. But I really feel I should incorporate more experimentations in orthography when writing, because that’s what really makes this stand the test of time for me.)

You-know-when-a-burning-thirst-jolts-you-at-three-in-the-morning

And-you-stumble-blindly-to-the-kitchen-for-a-glass-of-water

And-you-finally-find-a-clean-cup-and-fill-it-with

Two-thirds-hydrogen

One-third-oxygen

And 

When

That 

First

     A

   tom

      .

Touches your tongue

It feels like

Every version of you

In every alternate universe

Has just met their soulmate

For the first time?

Or else you’re in a field of nonexistent flowers

Or in a milky atlantis

Or in a skyscraper right in the stars

Some primal thirst has been indulged right where you solely are

And whatever “you” could be, it’s nothing

It’s flying through the night

Stardust drenched

When you, in your pajamas, have been quenched?

That’s what it feels-

Felt like

When one would live an eternal nightlife

Starkly still, inside and one

The slightest sensations, stars brushing the earth