This morning I woke in the foulest of moods—my body sore for unknown reasons and my mind cursing the previous night's distractions to sleep. Of course, one bad thought always leads to another if uninterrupted.
The Heart and the Head were warring again with my body lying semi-helplessly on the floor. Heart longs for someone not had (despite efforts). Head distrusts Heart and wonders if Heart's desire is rooted in the unavailability itself. If so, what a twisted life is that to lead.
Head tells Heart that it deserves ample reciprocation and that others should be measured and judged accordingly. Will Heart believe Head if that idea is echoed often enough? Maybe. Then again, Head has been very wrong and recently too.
I feel sad for people whose inside is a black box with inputs and outputs. I feel especially sad for people whose black box outputs feed directly back into the inputs. We all do it, sure. I am doing it now...
That pinprick of light within me (is this consciousness?) interrupts the negative cycle. Head, Heart, and Body curse as the machine rises from the floor. Each step spins the wheel of fire, and the light is winning...for now. Onto the mind and body-altering drugs! Coffee anyone?