These past few ... cycles in time ... I'm not even sure I could call them days or weeks, have been so much confusion and painful purgatory. The only solace I can get right now is when I can forget; a good book, some blissful woolgathering moments, or if I am lucky, a few hours of restive sleep. At least when I don't dream so much. But insomnia sees to that quite properly.

It is like I'm lost and gliding through a dark forest, and people and things are just coming and going like trees in the thick mist.

You think I have a knack for the dramatics, baby, then you make me want to see your teeth and my fist at the back of your head.

Oh help, how am I going to find the sun, my purpose, my focus again?

Where am I walking?

WHERE AM I GOING?