It's 3 AM in my hometown. 1 AM here. I'm not sure which one my mind is locked on right now. Part of me says that surely I must be on California time if I am still awake, but the part of me with sense says that I'm never asleep before 4.

Only difference from the usual is that tonight-and-this-morning I feel like storytelling.

My mind is absolutely abuzz. The last few weeks have been emotionally taxing, and yet thrilling in their own way. I want to compare it to being struck by lightening; I am pained and aching from the magnitude of my happiness. Being filled with a substance hotter than the surface of the sun has, surprisingly, left a mark on my skin.

I'm left wondering why this had to happen, and why physics cannot always follow the motions of the human hand.
I want to take this goddamn map and crumple it. I want to tear it up and place things where they should lie. I want to chew up the minutes and the longitudes-- I want to swallow them.

I'm a fucking voraphile. I can't comprehend shit unless I put it in terms of food. I have to eat the problem here, and then it will be solved.
Things get straightened out in the small intestine. Things get analyzed and digested and maybe then I can comprehend why cartographers made the mistake of writing down the length of a mile... of calculating how many of them lie between the hanging mouths of those hungry for a similar heart.

Angst. It's consuming me. But it will feel better tomorrow. Always does.
I don't claim that this current pain of mine is any more depthy than another. I just needed a place to put my thoughts, and for once a simple word document didn't seem to fit the bill.



Thanks for reading. I don't really need support as much as I need a sandwich or something. -_- Metabolism like mine needs munchies every four to six hours or my girlish figure starts to become the crypt-keeper's.



Somebody make me a god damn sammich.