Whimsicality

Over-reacted to an irrational fear that held me in an icy, albeit momentary grip. The Night, despite them sparkly bright lights, still overwhelms... Still overwhelms, like how certain people make me feel so small and unaccomplished with just their aura alone, like how too thick a wedge of cheese on a cracker kills the overall taste, like how too much vinegar spoils the enjoyment of a dumpling, like how the sky turns dark within moments and you're standing in the middle of nowhere gaping at the change.

And then, only I'm capable of injuring myself while hanging a shirt. I am beyond impressive.

Now, shall turn in. What'll tomorrow bring?