It ebbs through my veins and alongside my blood.
The power, the force, all of it at once.
Like a sudden nip of the frosty wind.
It spikes through my body, like needles on my skin.
Yet the heat of its rays cannot be ignored.
As it soars through my heart. As it soars and soars.
My limbs no longer feel like my own.
I feel strong. I feel grown.
The tug on my instincts feels almost animal, as if I am no longer a small, puny mortal.
Because its presence is archaic, stored in our genetic code. Like a scribe reading off his dusty old scroll.
Engraved in the human body ever since day one, it drives me more than anything, It's comparable to none.
And so I thank the ones who blessed me with an essence as old as time.
Because that is the only reason us humans survive.