I've got shivers running from my legs up to my neck. I'm exhausted, trying to juggle work, this damned school project that I find so interesting yet so demanding, and meetings in between. I'm wearing one white sock and one pink as my pile of laundry sits unattended, my fridge is empty because I don't have time to pick any groceries up, and still the tower of dishes somehow grows.

A ray of sunshine has burst through the days of freezing rain and clouds to blind me now as I type. It's already fading as this sentence comes to a close. Oh, but here it is again...

I had long, meaningful philosophical conversations twice today, once in my chiropractor's office this morning, and once in my professor's office this afternoon. It's like I'm all raw and opened up during these busy and intellectually straining times, attracting thoughts of higher learning and soulful, humanistic connections. How can I explain this baffling sense of massive power I feel today? It is almost uncomfortable to recognize such potential, as though I am holding something amazingly important but shifting it from one hand to the other awkwardly. Like a child being made king, not understanding the implications, the possible outcomes or how such a position was a created in the first place. Like The Chosen One looking behind his shoulder as he points to himself in surprise and mouths, "Me?".

I can't and won't explain now, as the feelings I've mentioned are intangible and aren't referring to specific opportunities. This is on a completely different realm, the one I can't see but can feel as I grope my way along the walls in the darkness, just like when the power went out in my apartment last night. You can't see your own hand in front of you, but you know there's something there.

If I could I would turn the lights off on this blog right now - a screen of ink-like voidness - just so you could be there with me now.