I feel like I'm in a cylindrical sphere-shaped glass case of emotion, plummeting down the steep decline of a vomit inducing roller coaster.
...In a good way, mostly.
I find comfort in consistency and things I can rely on.
Sameness and habit appeal to my neurotic nature.
I feel like everything in my life is changing at warp speed and I'm scrambling to stay a float. I feel like I'm a Molotov cocktail resting in a hoodlum's back pocket, patiently waiting for an inferno to ignite my insanity.
WHOA.
That was slightly more dramatic than I intended.
I'm really happy I swear.
It's just...weird and It's freaking me out.
I wouldn't trade this feeling, for the world.
Maybe that's what scares me.
At least I still have Polaris and Venus's spectacular twinkle to help keep things in perspective when I'm alone at night trying to make sense of it all.
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