This could easily be a Morrissey lyric

Sometimes I feel overwhelmed by the stories I have in my head. I have beginnings, a ton of ends, and a couple of middles. Lines I hear slowly make their way into plots that have no idea where the bases were formed. Sometimes a friend will say something I get so moved by that I need to just jot it down immediately and then get bombarded by story lines. The latest one, in an uber miniscule nutshell, has been keeping me awake at night.
It was just a line.
Something that she said to me in passing. It probably wasn’t even a line to her. Just a free flowing stream of thought that somehow managed to navigate towards my inner ear. It was so heart wrenching and so profound and so painful that I already have it being my “As God as my witness, I will never go hungry again,” line. It resonates to the very core, and what is most excruciating is that I can’t just jump right out and say it. It’s too good. It’s as though I need to surround it with Easter grass as to not break how very fragile the wording is.
The wording.
It is in and of itself an English professor’s, “Cellar Door.” The most beautiful combination of words ever placed next to each other in the English language as collectively thought of by the great minds of our time.
Ugh, I sound like Mirada July.
To live in ones head is not always as charming as it may seem from the outside, even when the contemplation has to deal with attempting to invite someone into your world. Fuck peace.