Rage against the machine

One of the worst things that could possibly happen to me at 5:30 am in the morning when I'm already somewhat upset and overly anxious for this time of day, is having my entry randomly close on me after trying for at least a good 45 minutes to make sense of my thoughts just enough to type them out and let go of some pointless baggage. But pointless is still significant and now I'm left with nothing but hot tears to sting the back of my eyes, but which I couldn't dare let fall seeing as it is way to early morning and no amount of tears, as sacred as they may be, could ever bring back my words, in it's original format, fresh out of mind with that rare quality of being raw and profound.