ah, if ever such a discomfort could be described as more intrinsic and inextricable, i would submit great praise. this encompasses more than is expressible, i believe.
well, f**k. and I thought you couldn't get any more brilliant.
"madness in my veins at night and in the day there's too much light"
to quote the weepies: "just got lost, slept right through the dawn; and the world spins madly on."
I still defer to Emily Dickinson who stated so succinctly:
Much Madness is Divinest Sense
just as a side note I took a peek at an online test for diagnosing schizophrenia the other day . . . I'm still trying to sort that mess out in my head, I think I prefer the madness