A red bull in one hand and my debit card in the other I was waiting patiently to purchase my items. You were in line too. Immediately you caught my eye and when you felt me staring and our eyes met for the first time I instantly felt it. It felt like when you're connecting a car battery but accidentally connect the positive to the positive instead of positive to negative and it creates that spark. I was instantly intrigued. Crazy how you never expect it. You're clumsily going through the tasks trying to recharge your battery not knowing that you're so used to just going through the motions you detach yourself mentally then BOOM! The explosion isn't a bad thing but exactly the opposite. It snaps you back to reality, wakes you up so to speak, and shows you where you ***ed up. After the spark you're mentally alert, you can reconnect where you should have connected and since you now have the power you can shine like you're meant to. How can that be wrong? I refuse to accept it. Instead I'll embrace the spark until it fizzles out or runs it's course, or the battery dies from too much electricity, whatever the case may be. But I'll always remember how that spark snapped me back to reality and how instantly my senses were awakened and just how much it meant to me.
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