" it's going to be "


another migraine throbbing in my head like an expanding mass of pressure and agony pressing upon the inner walls of my skull. the brain pan flexing and almost splitting at the seams. my eyes feel so tight and flush that with them closed, the world turns into shattered glass rainbow stars. a deep sleep could not come soon enough.

the sun is out and i feel fantastic. a crisp gust of winer air whips past my flush cheeks, and out of doors, it smells of the woods in a deep forest. underneath my boots and with each step, i can hear the rough gravel crunch of freshly fallen snow. i shade my eyes as i look upwards into the clear blue. and my soul flies.

i am alone in a wide empty space. everything is absolutely fine.

tonight's homework:

go for it. what's the worst that could happen?