Some days bleed. Some days are so sensitive, you don’t even want to get out of bed. These are the best days, though. You grab them by their pulse and you keep going, because something is happening in the universe that is making you feel so much. It’s a small glitch, an overflow, and you have been chosen to carry the extra weight. For one, small day, you are the sole bearer of this unnamed pain. You are a spot of light on the map of the world. Anyone or anything from another part of the galaxy will see you and think “I didn’t know people could be stars.”
Has anyone listened to Souled Out yet!?!?!
Guys I might be dying.
I don’t think I can recover from this.