as queer as a clockwork orange

I realize that I write whenever I have extreme emotions that are about to burst and spill forth. Today I had one of the worst and best concoctions of feelings swirling, boiling, cooling, freezing inside me. One moment I am bent over from laughing at something and the next moment I am all nostalgic, reminiscing the last few days. Then, after an intense conversation about something that I feel I deserved yet am stripped of, I drop to the lowest of lows. Suddenly all these feelings crash to form a bright red anger and desire to just get away from it all.

But that day is coming soon in a few weeks. I just need to add a little mellow yellow patience to this wild blend of emotions.