It won't stop. I've dealt with it before but never like this. Time seems to slow to a crawl in my mind. Everything is hazy, I can't comprehend reason to well, direction is another language. "Who am I to these people around me?" I ask "What am I in there eyes?" where do these questions come from, what is this confusion and anguish? When did I fall asleep, when will I awake? Is this a nightmare, or reality? Why are the hardest things to understand not others, but our selves.

Why do we find solitude in the thing we fear the most.........Darkness.