I'm feeling myself sink down into my thoughts again. When I'm not confused, they just sort of dig in with sharp hooks that pull my brain where ever they please.

I'm just sort of thinking. Isn't that what always gets me into trouble? Too much time to think. Thing is, no matter how busy I make myself, no matter how many distractions, there's always too much time. That's the problem isn't it? Time. I hate time. There's too much of it and it shifts the balances of everything. Or maybe it's the flow?

Maybe I shouldn't be scared of these other dimensions. Maybe when I'd go to them, I'd embrace it and "live" something better. Maybe it wouldn't be better or worse. Maybe it'd just be, you know? The creatures scare me but maybe I shouldn't be scared of them. What if they're just trying to welcome me, knowing fully well I'm about ready to leave this realm? Maybe it's time for me.