you know when your thoughts are a constant stream of words? words that try to explain, to describe.
it's like your mind is an empty hall, and the words incoherently ricochet off the walls. bouncing back and forth, and writing them down doesn't help.
the words swim in my mind, the emotions float around in my chest. i wish they'd drown.
i'm so happy, i feel delirious.
your mouth makes me lose it, a little. the firm grip i have on this slips, and i feel involuntarily imaginative.