Dilemma

We come like moths to a flame
It’s a sensation so tangible, emanating through each individual
We’ve all become audio fibers transmitting a wave of sound
And then it begins
Auditory, sensory,
Transforming our mood, our disposition
We’re smiling,
looking forward,
Looking up
Or looking inside
Bursting full from so much happiness, an emotion so bright it burns
You contort your body, your face; inside muscle tissues, nerve endings stimulated and alight
And then it reaches a certain point where you’re unsure if it’s happiness or pain that’s oozing from every pore of your body.
Toxic or intoxicated
Dancing, or just moving in the way that we were always meant to be.