Happy Mid Autumn

It was hard to decipher exactly what that particular sensation falls under. Was it a giddy joy, a mindless ecstasy or maybe a wee bit too much nescafe? And you will try your utmost to locate this feeling, but it slips and slides, like water through cupped palms. You squeezed your fingers tightly together, but futile would best describe your effort. You will always feel like you are on the verge of tasting that sweet taste of knowledge, of the know-who, the know-how, but somehow, something tips you back and its back to square one all over again. The frustration of not being able to identify it but only being able to experience in the briefest nano-second is hair-wrenchingly vexing, yes. (:

Sometimes, you crave to plunge down into that bottomless recess and yank that damned thing out. Shake it by its shoulders and demand to ask what the hell it actually is. so the next time you ever crave to feel like this again, you might have a chance to conjour it up. But these little tingles and slivers of sensations are intangible, something like the shadow of your midnight silhoutte, or the tiny circles of rainbows in pools of raindrops. Blink and you will miss it, try to grasp it and it's gone. All you can do is pause and stare, stop and concentrate. Savour that fleeting moment, don't try to understand it, but just feel, for you will never come this close again.