Butterflies.

It feels like a butterfly inside your brain.
Fluttering its delicate wings, tickling the cerebellum.
Making you laugh, or smile so much it leaves creases in your cheeks.

It's like rain, falling in reverse.
Completely hypnotizing. You can't tear yourself away.
Can't focus on anything.
Besides the tingling sensations tucked away inside the nooks and crannies of your brain, of your heart.

It's like floating.
Balancing in midair, waiting to crash but never wanting to.
Being high.
Even when you're not.
You are.
Consumed by it.

That's what it's like when I think of you.

Bri.