I don’t know if you have ever seem a map of a person’s mind.

“I don’t know if you have ever seem a map of a person’s mind. Doctors sometimes draw maps of other parts of you, and your own map can become intensely interesting, but catch them trying to draw a map of a child’s mind, which is not only confused, but keeps going round all the time. There are zigzag lines on it, just like your temperature on a card, and these are probably roads in the island; for the Neverland is always more or less and island, with astonishing splashes of colour here and there, and coral reefs and rakish-looking craft in the offing, and savages and lonely lairs, and gnomes who are mostly tailors, and caves through which a river runs, and princes with six elder brothers, and a hut fast going to decay, and one very small old lady with a hooked nose.” 

It's like growing.  You're you in your body.  A body and a soul being separate things.  And then sometimes you feel yourself being encased in a glass box. You focus on breathing, but the box gets tighter and tighter and smaller and smaller.  But your body is expanding.  You're growing high into the sky and the confidence is delightful, but the little girl in the glass box screams and bangs her fists against it, sensing danger.  You pay her no mind and continue to grow.  And as you grow, your senses heighten.  You can see everything, smell everything, hear everything.  Everything is so sharp and crystal clear, yet at the same time it's like your body is spinning as it grows.  When the little girl bangs her fists against the glass, your body shakes.  Growing, spinning whatever you call it - it's going out of control.  

Recently I've found myself crying.  I went up to my friend the other day and just had tears rolling down my cheeks.  I'm not really sure why.  When I feel down, it is like things are grey, it's not just a cliche.  Whoops seems I'm a poet and didn't even know it.  It's being tired all the time, and everything is a blur and mixes into one.