Joy overwhelms me as I breathe. I feel air. I feel each piece of air. Vibrating strands reach their fingers into the roots of my lungs. Air, precious. It sparks in every moment, in every cell, revolving, rotating, rolling forward. This is life. It's all that life is. I feel my stomach contract, congeal, coalesce, kneading the necessary into my bloodstream to be lit on fire.
Confusion ends once the frantic grasping, clawing stops. And once the confusion ends, there is no need left to frantically grasp or claw.
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