Chakra shocker.

As my head spins around images of bliss, I find myself actually wanting to feel them, fuse into them.

Human speed, amphetamine, live wire.

My energy flows now in electric blue through the only circuits that make sense.
Out of my limbs, my fingertips, buzzing roughly still at the outer edges of the emanating glow.
The energy in me is audible, visible, available to the senses in compromising situations.
I grow vulnerable, evaporating doubt.

The electricity buzzes louder as I reach toward the still-unattainable, desirable, necessary awareness of self.

I'm getting there, glowing.