It is in the air, active like the ether has sent it. Hectic because I don't know what to do with it; it is confusing yet so clear. I give in to it, that hypnosis. That fountain that drips thunder-lighting moments and clumsy nervous blunders... brings a smile to my face, a cautiously deep one; feels like a dream. I am awake though, I keep dreaming, my love. I dance to your beat.