I can’t write, I can’t write, I can’t write.

My mind is filled with a damp fog these days. The kind of fog that you reach into and watch as your hand disappears right in front of you. I can’t sweep it away or tuck it in my pocket, it is hovering like a raincloud and it is consuming me.

What I want to write about is how beautiful he is. I want to describe it in as many ways as I possibly can but I can’t find the words. My head aches from searching for the correct way to describe him but it doesn’t seem to be possible. I want to describe, in perfect detail, his smile. I want to describe the feeling that spreads throughout my entire being when I see it, when I hear the melody of his laugh, when I press my lips to his. It’s almost numbing, how much I feel.

What I want to write about is what Sunday mornings are like when the light touches my exposed eyelids and shakes my eyes open. I realize he is too far away and I bring my body closer, enveloping myself in his warmth and scent. I look up at his slumbering face and notice how much fatigue I can see and quietly, slowly, give him a kiss. It always surprises me when he kisses me back every time.

What I want to write about is impossible to describe to anyone. The fog is seeping into my brain again when I try and I can’t, for the life of me, explain it. Not even to myself.
 And here I go again – getting lost. There is no beginning, middle, or end. It is infinite and feels unreal but it truly is. I just can’t write it all down.

Tell me, how would you describe a tickle - without calling it a tickle?