Every once in a while, I sit down, meditate for half an hour, and just retreat from the world to go into my own thoughts.
On a good day, I can plan out what feels like hours and hours of plot and script in the span of tens of minutes. (It's like when you get an eight hour dream that turned out to be sixteen minutes)

And on others, I just relax and paint a pretty landscape in my mind's eye, shut down all external sensations and just get lost in a beautiful world.

This latter one is the one I was doing tonight, and as is true every single time I do it, tears flowed from my eyes in a greater volume than at any other time in the past few years.

I don't know if I should be worried about my own feelings because this keeps happening. Hmm.


In other news.

DICKS.