On my mind

I just watched Les Mis and I was vibratoing throughout the flourecent metro on the way home, crying out for dreams and being alone, and then lying in my bed in the sulpher-vapour orange lamplit half-dark of the Parisian night realizing that this time last quarter I was king of my world, acing everything, my brain in peak top shape, loving learning and learning easily; and now my head’s in a different place and I’m scared to go back to before, because it might be gone. And if it’s not, then I might lose this, that I am now.