I just need a good honest slap across my red cheeks.

I am beginning to feel like i have sunken into a convulsion mind perversion. I cant seem to explain my simplest thoughts and I have been feeling highs and lows like I have before and its telltale signs of mind crimes.
I am having difficulty coping with my own thoughts, something which I feel I of all people should be able to understand. I know how I feel but I somehow feel like it must be untrue and that the circling vultures over my head have been imagined by my mind. Where would such a great african bird fly to a country as cold as mine, laying thick in its quiet cold, its bitter wind that even the trees gave up- they finally started swaying. I feel like there is no life on earth and my feet have lost as much as my mind.

grumbly grumbly.