Suddenly grayscale doesn't seem quite appropriate.

Suddenly the centered, balanced, surgical seems confusing, boxed-up and stupid.

It's like delivering a new me by Caesarean.

It's bloody, messy. Well, bloody messy anyway.

But hey, hey, hey! Who knows how long this will last? For those of you familiar with activation energy (think chem), this is where a reactant (say, molecule?) can collide with another reactant to form a product.

So imagine that.

Hurtling at breakneck speed, eyes frozen wide in excited terror at what life's Brownian motion will hurl in my path.

It's strange. I've felt this way before. Many times. (Usually it's just after a shower). You feel as if you can do anything. That the world is at your feet.

Thing is, after ,say, 8 hours after that, you feel as if you've been under the world's feet while it was doing some funky stomp/break/tap dance routine. (Usually it's when I try to refuse my common sense and alarm clock and not get up. Ho boy, am I mundane or what.)

Question : Is this a finding of myself (or re-finding?) or a simple neurochemical high?