Trying to convince myself to eat some breakfast, it's not working. Feeling unconditional love for others isn't always easy, but it's always best, for me, anyway. Letting that work its evil magic inside me, perfect submission to reality, a floating eye, seems sinister with the trailing nerves, actually friendly, wishing you well.
A sincere love of beauty is bound to appear as a frightening negativity most of the time, sorry about that. I actually think you're great, buck up.