My thoughts have been extremely whimsical and fantastic lately. They're somewhere in the sky, on their way to cloud nine, dancing from star to star marveling at the suddenly possible impossible. I want to do everything. I want to be everywhere. I want to reach a level of omnipresent existence that will touch the lives of people everywhere. It's hard to keep myself from putting multiple exclamation marks after every sentence lately. Maybe it's because I've decided to sleep tonight. Or maybe its because I'm letting myself acknowledge things that are wrong. Or maybe something is off in my brain and this entire thing is some chemical accident. 

Either way, it's a good feeling. I think you might identify with it more if I call it hope, but hope doesn't seem to be exactly what it is. 

Whatever it is, I kind of like it.

I like having insane and unrealistic thoughts again. I missed the closet romantic that sat inside my head and narrated the events around me. 

It's a good thing. A good thing indeed.