A guttural sound might awaken something in the deaf ears that I find myself in. Brachycardia is a cool word to explain some heart condition, and I feel as slow. Hopefully the momentum ends and I can finally rest in some cozy frigid floors. In the meantime, I admire the lights around me, and take in and share as much goodness as I can. The world is like a spikey place, the highs of life are the tips of them, and the more you fall through, the more fucked up it gets. A good life is like petting a hedgehog in the right way.
This to say, I don't know how to express what I feel in an understandable way, but I do feel something