Manic.

[lithera]

You know, I never really thought about the manic side of things. It really is interesting, all in all. I feel as though I'm on speed or something. I looks down and realized my finger was bleeding and I have no idea why. This is a strange, strange experience. I haven't felt like this in ages. Why today of all days? I don't know. It's not any sort of special day or anything. Very odd.

Maybe it's just odd to me since I'm experiencing it. Hard to tell.

Grey
Above, below, outside my window.
No contrast from the moisture slicked pavement my boots drag across to the clouds lacksidasically passing by.
A peeking of blue,
reflection of light into my eyes.
Brief attempts at philsophical meanders - does sudden light always blind?
Mental meanderings down paths of inspiration.
Consuming or blinding until you see nothing else?
Shining against the tattered pavement - Revelation? Illumination? Knowledge?
Just a dime of common sense
Pocket change. Nothing singular or extrodinary.
Like the time and the day, to everyone outside.

Okay, I have no idea where that came from or what it's about, really. I'm not going to go back and read it for awhile. I haven't blindly let words out in awhile. It's probably nonsense. *smile* They normally are at first. Sometimes impossible to salvage anything out of. Maybe there will be something there.

I should get back to work.