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Eyes feel like they weigh 300lbs. I walk in a foggy daze. Brain function minimal. Attempts to converse fail. Walking proves to be difficult, mis-judging and hitting the door, then the floor. The fog thickens now shading the world in grey. Eyes in pain. Sleep seems days away. Ever present insomnia. Did I just say something? I don’t know, I don’t think I did. When I need sleep it never seems to come. Rock back and forth. Twitching at nothing, my freak flag is flying.
Ears ringing. What’s next? Can… Continue

Sitting here waiting for my old friend from years away to arrive. This friend exists yet ceases to be. It has not yet been created, and lies dormant within. When it is time to appear I will know. My friend will shock me and hopefully astonish showing me what can happen with effort and pondering. Creation lies with the beholder yet all creation stems from something scene or heard. This is how creation deceives. Never is it original but a warped version of some existence before it. Even to one who… Continue