There's sand pouring out of my ear and across my fingertips, causing my vision to blur into a symphony of chaotic bliss. The room gets smaller, crushing my skull into a sphere of disbelief.
Candle-lit demons play drums on my cardiovascular systems, causing me to bite my lower lip out of spite for my pitiable state.
Earthquakes slip across my elbows and into my hands, bringing a shake with them that could unearth a skyscraper.
My knees buckle under my own weight, like stilts under an elephantine wrestler.
Slightly audible vocalizations escape my throat along with my breath, letting you know that I'm not in control of myself.
I'm unable to comprehend cognitive thought, my mind is an obscurity of bliss and a single word, ".....Wow"