Walk

I went for a walk to the library, and around town today. I'm currently reading Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer. I'm enjoying it immensely.

To me, it seems like I have too much to say, rather than nothing at all, yet there hasn't been much written to document my life lately. It feels like everything inside me is bigger than the outside that everyone can see. I know I've written about this before; it's really hard to explain. This feeling comes along from time to time, unexpectedly, though never unwelcomly.

Most of the time it feels like I'm moments away from tears, like things could swing any way. Like I could shout out 'yes' euphorically, like the whole world could break apart and crush me in an instant. Like I don't want to be near anyone, like I'm the greatest person who ever lived. I walk down the street, and it feels like the 'me' is floating, and I perceive every beautiful thing around me.

I'd rather feel something than nothing.