Bustle

I can’t tell you how euphoric I’m feeling, and I can’t tell you how I look right now.

I feel pop, bursting in my stomach

I feel the snap, in my cracking bones

I feel the crackle, in my head

I have taken something and it ain’t Rice Crispy

I feel fizz, alighting my hair

I feel the rock clashing my chest

And best of all I feel the euphoria flowing through my mood

When is this going to stop? I don’t know but I don’t care, somebody will have to do it.

I can’t remember how it started, I don't know when it'll end, but let it go on for a little longer please.