I haven't slept yet. This, itself, is not news. Merely, a preface.
The last week has been interesting. I have the open wound, soon to be a scar, which will serve as some twisted memento. It's suiting that it's over my heart. That's sick. (I'm wishing I hadn't written that, but I'm not going to delete it.) (Strike this paragraph.)
Most notably, I stepped outside my realm of comfort regarding communication and my emotions. I haven't done that for quite some time. It was liberating, and it felt incredible. But Newton would have it that there be equal and opposite. I was discussing superpowers with someone recently, more specifically one's desired power. Sometimes I wish I had the power to not think so much. My abundant thoughts will surely someday stop my heart. My head has certainly by now taught my heart to be equally as unstable. Stress. Why? Is there room to be more non sequitur? Liking isn't as lovely as it seems.
Everybody hears the wind blow.
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