It’s like a scream in your head. All the time. It’s persistent, and the body does its best to relieve it. The tongue tries to keep up with rapid thoughts through fast speech, and your legs bolt as they walk hard through the streets and try to appease the frantic pulses of the brain. When it’s quiet, it also takes hold of the body, and makes your eyes burn because the body is exhausted and it can’t sleep. It’s all the same living thing, just sometimes you swing from the chandeliers, and other times you could give a shit about your place in this world, or wear sweats for a living. And all the time, it’s a stem in your brain that is rooted in the core. The constant pulse is worse than the highs, or lows. It is your brain, and you don’t know any better, because you’ve had it since you were born. Dramatic, emotional, daring, sensitive, passionate, wild, tired.