I sleep on my back 'cause it's good for the spine

I find myself running at full pace, unable to look ahead or behind without wanting to close my eyes. I'm a dichotomy of contentment vs panic. But it's mostly ok. I don't want to appear like I'm coming apart.

I feel like my heart is so full, all the crazy tenderness I feel for everyone good in my life. And I want to tell them all. I want to shut down everything that I have to do and spend a whole day drawing pictures for people and writing them each a note about why they are appreciated. My art is poor though. My selfish frustration at this would get in the way, sooner or later. Maybe one day though.