i've noticed that when i'm fatigued, i walk a very fine line between ecstasy and exhaustion.
i never want to wear myself out to the point of illness...but the way my walls come down is nearly addictive.
a very specific kind of clarity.
creativity glitters in the cracks made by alarm clocks and stress dreams.
the world and everyone in it becomes beautiful.
etc.
it's an interesting thing...
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