It just felt right.
Like nothing else mattered.
Every day was a new day.
Every night was a new adventure.
The sun looked different.
The moon glowed a different hue.
Words used had different meanings.
Articulated sentences were powerful.
The worlds axis hiccuped.
The birds made love differently.
Television was automatically in high definition.
Mistakes were made.
Lies were told.
Hearts were opened to endless possibilities.
Art made sense.
Books could be read from back to front.
Thoughts were formulated effortlessly.
Pain did not hurt.
Tears tasted like lemonade.
People looked differently.
Stars were shooting often.
Skylines were bright and yet vulgar.
Love was felt.
It just felt right.
