The panic mentioned earlier sits in my chest heavier then the other feelings , The word feeling feels light on my tongue yet I use it to try to convey something that's anything but , this panic and everything else I feel while taking a bite of cotton candy dance in my chest I can see them i look at them I don't feel separated from them I feel like I'm dragged along behind them the joy and pleasure I receive every time from the sweet taste is not a constant it's a rarity I don't enjoy it every time I do it but I always feel panic
