I know you mean that with the voice in your head. I girl I care about is on on airplane and a good friend is in obituaries, and I made asshat thread, which by the way, hasn't been moved to the shit bin. Have you ever rode a bike, or a skateboard, probably a skateboard, nothing wrong with skateboard, I imagine there's a similar but opposite runner's high, that you go and go, like the coyote you find yourself a quarter mile off the cliff and you don't entirely know what the hell just happened? Yeah, not a fine thread, I read the post and cringed, this one should be in the toilet, but I try to own up to my shit and there's great posts here, so I take my lumps. You might not believe I have the capacity for embarrassment, i have an excuse for the outburst, but nothing that makes sense in the context of what I'm willing to share tonight.
In response to the man above, I've found there's a spot you can reach kinda beyond the drink, it's a little nirvana where everything you say and do, you can do no wrong, I heard somewhere someone said of this feeling, you're walking with everyone else but two inches above the ground. That's rare air, but I know that, and like the old dragon, you look out and imagine you almost got it, and that's awesome, but it ain't that, you don't have to wonder. You can set yourself up for the muse, but the real shit it magic and electric and divine. I have had that probably three dozen times in my life, the last time a few years back. Life is magic, beauty reigns. But you know it. Even though iit's been awhile for rhat magic feeling, I put my lot full in long ago. I haven't jumped off a cliff for the simple reason, that, well no reason.
You seem like an asshole.