late last night is early morning...

...and the moment at which i suffered a mental breakdown of sorts. it was not beautiful by any means, folks...but involved lots of snapping and screaming on my part. unleashed in the process was an effluvia of hurtful things said to people who didn't deserve it. displaced anger, i'd call it. or perhaps it's better described as poisoned frustration that began at some indiscernable origin and just culminated beyond its breaking point. the volcano has finally erupted. and so, with my head tossing on my tear-stained pillow, i watched the moon seep beneath the shaded window + wondered why human existence was intended to be so lonely. why it felt like we were condemned to tread the bald curve of the moon's surface alone, even if swarms of familiar bodies crowded in around you. why i'm bound to live according to the pattern of past disappointments and heartaches rather than the anticipation of a future that would reveal the past for the illusory sham that it was all along. then i awoke and realized nothing had changed and without a change in my step i insisted that i persist treading and treading and treading...