If I could write something, something that would express my current mood as accurately and completely as possible, if I could write something relevant right now, I bet it would be good.
I bet people would like it, the way the phrases flowed and the sentences sang and the words wound and wound around the central core of inescapable truth that, for now, I'm happy.
I bet people would like it, but I can't write it. Too much of anything, even the truth, is still too much.
Anyway, fuck you, universe!
I may be down, but I'm not out.