it is just a feeling, in those days when the shapes are changing, come alive, along with the violent flow of hot blood in the veins, the tension that drives the body, the pain in the chest, and every tiny reveal what was secret… it will never be that much later… it will never be repeated and yet in every one of us the feeling remains and it is even though it cannot be called back, so we remember it and we will covertly feel it…