Prompts, crack and other writing dregs

Lightning - Practice

A single moment seemingly stretched out to an eternity. An existence filled with an intoxicating fusion of human and nature. Every fibre of my being alive with sparks that felt to be dancing along my nerves. I had an impossible awareness of myself, the very fact that I was and have been and the feeling that I couldn't do anything other than and feel and know is was doing these things. The unexpected and inexplicable giddiness that accompany these feelings of reality. My presence felt electrified, a cathartic symphony of my magic and the blissfully intruding electricity. I could feel my breath coming in pants and gasps; the pureness of sensation was too much for my mind and body to reasonably handle. A breathless laugh left my parted lips, it sounded strange and unstable to my ears; not that I particularly cared. Some would call this overwhelming pleasuring ecstasy, I would be inclined to agree if this wasn't so much more. My mind, alight with a much greater sensation, was only superficially aware of the ground beneath my hands and knees; something had to be supporting me after all. There could have been any of the dangers of the world around me but I wouldn't have noticed; I didn't notice anything outside of the demanding and consuming world of lightning that had struck my entire world. The pure sensory delight that defiled my sensibilities was carrying me away.