ain't that a kick in the head.. if only..

it starts with no warning or with a bit of an unusual feeling.. sort of like when something just does not feel right.. then, the little fester begins.. a twitch.. a tingle.. a tiny shock.. feelings of being heavy, feelings of dizziness.. the sparkles dance before your eyes or the fog rolls in just in certain spots.. instead of the pleasant scent of roses or jasmine, the smell of cinnamon, the smell of cloves or the smell of freshly tilled dirt invade.. the stomach tightens.. the light is intense.. darkness is like a warm bath, soothing the pain of a hard days' work away, cradling like a baby in soft linens..

once all is in full bloom, time holds the cards.. while in its grasp, its fateful clutches, mercy is a luxury.. a heartbeat feels like a bass drum at a Tool concert, a caress feels like a scorching flame across bare flesh, the desire and intense craving for loneliness eclipes that of the need for a cool drink of water on a hot day..  words, once spoken so eloquently and with ease, are unrecognizable, garbled and labored..  the eyes, once so clear and sharp, now struggle to make sense of the surroundings.. while in its throes, completely at its mercy, unable to walk away unscathed, praying for released from its clutches..

what is it i speak of..?  the divine sensation of love..?  the passionate agony of ecstacy..?  the hopeless feeling of grief..?  only if it were that simple, only if it were that easy.. the pain is all around, hopeless in its grasp, aware of what is transpiring once it begins, helpless to stop it.. it takes a physical toll, a mental toll, an emotional toll.. not only on you, but on those around you who are equally helpless to stop it..  once again, what is it i speak of..?

it is simple and not so simple.. one episodic moment in the throes of a migraine..