Up and down

Today was kind of strange, when I was driving tonight I thought to myself that maybe some creative monster had inhabitated my body and nobody could tell the difference except for me. The day started off normally but at around 1 or 2 I started to feel a serious joy, the kind of joy that seems to mean business and doesn't go away. I was happy even though I couldn't tell why, and it affected the way I thought. Everything was poetry. I was just sitting there working. It wasn't anything special and yet everything seemed to be particularly interesting and fascinating. On my way back from work I thought that all human beings are fundamentally beautiful, magical, silly, childlike, pure creatures, but out of the necessity to survive and compete we have cruelty, frustration, discontentment, anger and sadness. All necessary but unpleasant emotions. Then, later in the evening, I seemed to come down from my self induced high (I have no idea where it came from) and I felt sad and empty. My thoughts turned to sad and empty things. My midafternoon self would have been so content with the same thoughts, it seems like emotions are the color for thoughts.