prompt: “That moment of excitement when you’re so passionate about what your talking about that you have no choice but to scream, squeal or just fall down dead.”

I loved this prompt because I know exactly what you mean, so I hope this does it justice.

“People Like Us”

Imagine a day
a thousand days
a moment, a life,
an eternity unlived.

People like us
don’t contain themselves.
We move
with the knowledge
of eventual combustion,
still glad to feel
in ways even poets
have no methods of

– billimarie