Or so I hear

fleeting moments
so fiercely alive, yet unexplainably surreal.
That defining instant of clarity, powerful enough to suspend time.
crushing awareness renders us motionless and quiet.
perpetually inspired.

Blame it on delerium and sleep-deprivation, but I had a moment today where, when I closed my eyes, I saw a rush of images. Everything else was silent.

Aside from that: I have spent much of the past couple of days in a giant funk. about a number of things I can't exactly put my finger on. and its quite exhausting.