Within the empty space of my chest grows something beautiful.
Like a delicate jasmine blossom opening only at night when no one is watching; leaving behind an intense, fragrant reminder of life that bloomed in the darkness.
Within the caverns of my mind an imprint is made.
Like the unique footprints left behind in fine, wet sand; washed away by the tide but never forgotten.
Within the fullness of my body surges something electric.
As lightning strikes so quickly yet sends rumbles across great distances; leaving its spectator anxiously awaiting the next encounter.