This feeling divine

This feeling inside, unwritten, unadulterated by the countless years of education, routine and normalcy is divine. It’s all of the things I was expecting from being alive, from being trapped by the inevitable me, but it is also so much more. It’s dangerous and delicious; elating. Powerful. I don’t know if others feel it too, they must. I never think of myself as particularly special. It’s like an unquenchable thirst for experiences; good ones and bad ones…a thirst for the unknown, a desire that taints the ordinary in that glorious shade of crimson that makes me exhale with profound pleasure. Devotion. Is this what people term a religious experience? I devour moments, savoring their lessons until they become what Giorgione must have felt when he painted his landscapes; realer than real.