DOWN
Sometimes when I'm feeling really down (and there are a lot of things out there that can do it), I get this stream of consciousness that feels extremely relevant, highly progressive in my own mind, and quite poetically worded. I always wish I could somehow capture or record these moments, but the words come too fast to write or type, and simply focusing on trying to catch the water as it leaks out is enough to lose the full picture, or the poetic nature. I get preoccupied with trying to capture the beauty emanating from my skull rather than taking the lessons being bestowed upon me. Lo and behold, I neither capture it in an artistic sense, or remember its intricacies even an hour later, as this illuminating stream of consciousness seems to come when I am intoxicated. Not necessarily intoxicated on any illicit substance, but also from the atmosphere around me and my biochemical response to it.