Emotion to Literature: DYFIT? - Batshit Crazy

I would be walking around with Johnny Got His Gun in my hand, trying to find a suitable place to read and read coolly, and all of sudden it would come to me the insight the realization the spark of curiosity, oh God this must be written down before the busyness of this day robs it away from me.

Do you feel it too?

It doesn't have to be anything special, the feeling. Sometimes it's a sudden mental illustration of torn limbs, a nub if you will, and sometimes it's the baby in her arms crying which sounds more like a painful scream than a deliberate whine for attention and warmth. Sometimes it would be the barely raining weather that whispers why don't you try listening to the saddest song in your playlist and I don't oblige I comply I obey to the orders of the nature.

Do you feel it too?

I know. Crazy.
Batshit crazy.