glass clear morning

holy shit.
holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.

for all intents and purposes, this isn’t supposed to happen, but i’m glad it is. my brain is in a bit of a nic withdrawal right now so i’m trying to focus and describe what is going on in my normal pseudo poetics, but it’s quite hard to do right now.

hmmm.

well, think of it this way. you plug and plug at something, waiting watching yearning, without much response – if any. but you become used to it, caged bird. then one day, explosion. boom. you’re face to face with what you’ve been pushing towards. and all you can do is smile a stupid smile and sigh.