My Chest Ached

My Chest Ached. I wanted to explode out of my skin. I wanted to become air, to fall into water and see each particle of earth that stared me in the face. I wanted to be one rhythm, one force, and in becoming this, to lose the imaginary boundary known as my body, the flesh.I was a golden orb, a passive light life-force, the ghost of lovers in your rear view mirror, in the glass of a window. I was every eye, every voice. I was water pouring out over flat sandstone, hovering in the tremor of what is as small as a hummingbird's wing, and as vast as the solar winds.