Is it late in the morning or an early afternoon?
I'm online right now, looking back through deviantArt stuff, reading the words of people all across the world, and feeling so much.

Feeling the deep strength of tea warming me on this grey September morning, feeling my head try to push past its skeletal boundaries, feeling the loose comfort of sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt (I haven't worn loose clothes in a long, long time, and I forgot how comfort feels, I think). Feeling the pain pouring out in stories of step-dads and friends and lovers and dreams from people I'll never meet but know. Reading a story on pain one moment, looking at a picture of beauty the next.. it's heady.

It's time to go be productive.