If it is, how come I'm going through a creative high at the same time the hardest decision of my life so far hacks away at my spirit bit by bit?
Maybe life is a badly-designed set of monkey bars, with bars that hang higher than you can reach on the tips of your toes, then so low you could step onto them, and then both high and low at once?
I've lain awake into the wee hours of the morning every night of the past week. Glued to my bed, I'm forced to face my most pressing concerns. Insomnia wears me down, but I maybe secretly sort of look forward to each night? Because the hours just after midnight are now the magical hours, when the problems of an unlimited fictional universe dwarf my own. My notebook is littered with blindly jotted ideas.
On a side note, my mind dreamt up the coolest looking violin last night.
I mean, it sounded like a violin. It looked like someone had glued five washboards together and given them hinges. With horse hair strings connecting them.
P.S. If life is a box of chocolates, then I'm eating the one with lumpy nougat filling.
