Sitting awake, late at night, or early in the morning, whichever you prefer, several long and enjoyable days behind, managing to cope somehow with the surmounting troubles of less and less sleep, things running through your mind, scenes, movies, songs, things seem to take a different meaning.
What otherwise was just another thing can inspire you, or fill you with hopelessness, emotions travel wildly, happy, sad, dread, for whats happened, what will happen, what may happen, knowing something has to change to maintain sanity, health. Knowing some things will happen, that will cause grief.
Love, anger, frustration, distant for family, friends.
Surreal moments, is it a dream? Would that make it better, worse?
Comfort, complacence, regret, insecure, for the situation that you're in
Losing touch
Inspiration comes at the strangest times, the strangest forms.