white sky day

I keep feeling like something epic is going to happen to me, and it's going to take everything I have to push through it, but when I get done I will have done everything that I love in this world, and I will have done something amazing for myself. I want to run so hard my lungs are nearly bursting, I want to love so hard that the smallest touch will set me on fire--so hard that I'd run across a pipe at full speed across the ceiling to save them. I want to fear for my life and use all my wits, I want to be in danger, I want to be danger. I want to prowl and look around and know I'm the biggest cat. I want to be presented with a mystery that I have to stay up all night for a week to even wrap my mind around. I want so much real useful work that I can't even sit down for a moment. I want the revolution.

I'm getting worked up, waiting for it to find me.

This always happens to me when the sky is white.