Sometimes there’s a glint in your eyes, a tiny explosion as you take in the world at that moment, oblivious to everything but the unadulterated joy of pure being and you are so beautiful it hurts and I pretend not to notice but that light in your eyes sparks a fire in the part of me that creates things and wants to see the sunrise and wants to stay out all night until my ears are ringing and inside me bells are sounding, heart is pounding, and I’m, in general, an astounding mess and I’m not going to tell you and you have no idea what is going on. And then you turn your head and find reality for the briefest of moments and smile and exist on the same plane as the rest of us, before you get a glint again and my breath goes missing for another minute.