Streamed consciousness: October 10th, 2008.
It's a magnificent departure from the norm; abounding in vitality, cresting the breadth of passionate existence as it's freed from fetters found faithfully fallen to the ground (and filled with fiery alliteration), the greens and blues and whites and bricks of red, buildings and columns and lawns of immaculate care - bring it out, lay it upon sheets of its own grandeur; blossoming in showers of shimmering sunlit drops, euphoria inspired by merely breathing the crispness in the air! Steps and jumps and spins of a lighthearted touch - footfalls likened to the tip-tap-tapping of an accelerated analog clock, palpitating with infrequent fits of spontaneous changes in metronomic consistency...
It shouldn't be so difficult to feel like this every day. Maybe the chances of shaking the malignant melancholy of inactivity are spiked with every moment you spend thinking of something other than... what you've been thinking about for days. Talk to someone new, invite an acquaintance over with the intention of eventually being able to call it a friendship. Break barriers and leave them in piles of conquered rubble in the back alleys of your mind to be swept away into the repository of reminiscence - memories speckled with the sentimentality of time.
This is what it means to be alive....
At least right now.
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