Um, study break for thought-spaz?

Just now I poured some Doctor Pepper down into a blue blue cup.
It foamed and bubbled and I was surprised— I hadn’t expected such a reaction.
I saw the foam rising towards me and realized—here it comes.
I was filled with a little fear just then, knowing that I must act.
I was past the point of preventing overflow…
But could I act in this next short moment—to control where it landed?

“Its Doctor Pepper,” I said to myself. “Chill.”
The urgency of the moment had overtaken me in the strangest way.
And I realized: that this feeling has taken custody of me many times before.
There is so much in me that can never be contained.
I am a child of the sudden overflow.
Where should I let it fall?

And now… back to my paper.

* * *

So I'm back. Have I ever told ya'll that I love my major? Because it's my soul. It will take me hours to write this paper because I'm so into the novel I'm writing about.
Words. Are. Rich.

Here's somethin:
"Since our extraordinary conversation I have thought of nothing else. ... I feel, I know with a certainty that cannot be the result of folly or misapprehension, that you and I must speak again-- " A letter from Randolph Henry Ash to Miss Christabelle LaMotte.

WHAT IF PEOPLE STILL WROTE LETTERS THIS WAY? WITH FEARLESS HONESTY AND A SENSE OF HUMAN URGENCY FOR ONE ANOTHER? WHAT DO WE DO WHEN WE FEEL DRAWN TO SOMEONE THIS WAY TODAY? WE FRIEND THEM ON FACEBOOK, SEND A PASSIVE TEXT. WHAT WOULD HAPPEN, IF WE ALL BECAME GENUINE PEOPLE?

GAH I love literature.
I feel it in the nighttime here. I am bursting from who I was... from the girl I was just today-- into someone else. Did you see me tonight at FHE? Because I'm not even her anymore.
I sprint to keep up with myself.