It feels as though the body is a machine that's almost impossible to understand. It's connected to so many different inputs and outputs who each communicate between each other in complex ways, even while we can get to know the muscle structures and other individual aspects, the way they all connect to the psyche is a mystery to me. Feelings and emotions forever obscured for reasons which I myself can't explain. Today I entered a state which I don't often enter, I felt vulnerable for however much that is worth, I wasn't sad in particular, but I felt like anything could tip the balance. The delicate machinery in my body seemed to function differently than I'm used to. The best course of action as I figured would be to reset the machine which acted strangely, sleep serves that purpose well. When I laid down as one has to in order to sleep I felt as though the balance has tipped and tears started flowing from my eyes, this was for no reason that I could come up with. I needed something to weigh me down, something to squeeze and hug too... I pressed against the wall and the shelf that was above it covered in blankets all while still laying, it was... Nice. When I woke up, everything went back to normal as if my unusual state was nothing more than a distant memory.