Violence and rest

Violence is such an amusing idea
The possibility of me ever executing acts of violence has mostly been improbable in my younger years
To now absolutely impossible
I struggle to understand where one gets the energy
Emotions must be powerful things, the ones I remember
This week I’ve been up
I’ve had more energy
I still had to tilt and lie down on the couch
Time out
Let the world get vague again for a while
Rest is another one
Sleep doesn’t do much, unless this sort of thing happens sometimes when I sleep
I don’t know
That’s back in the realm of things that I may or may not remember
Sleep is something that occurs purely for my body
It allows be to be awake
Important for driving, and for work
Rest is something that occurs randomly
It allows me to be conscious and aware
And hopefully measure roughly where I am in the cycle
Of-course if I’m already down, then I’m not likely to measure anything
Or want to

In what has become my normal random inspirations of the irrational
I have begun to expect myself to become a victim of random violence
Young people need not be intoxicated any-more to be violent in public for no reason
This likely means something which one of my doctors would like to offer an explanation for
They shall remain ignorant

That’s all
Nothing else translates
The outsiders see my wellness cycle as an absence of symptoms
I see it as the ability to consciously observe them