I'm out of desperate measures and it's only just begun. Off to a running start, but now there's nowhere left to run. I need to catch my breath, but that's a risk I just can't take. There's so much ground to cover and still far too much at stake.
A peculiar somnambulation, inspired by a dream, just a fight of imagination ... insane as it may seem. Creating nothing but allusions, albeit with the best intent. Leading to all the wrong conclusions and a great deal of embarrassment.
I hate to admit it, but I'm starting to see that my comfort zone is growing smaller than me. A slow suffocation, removing all doubt that I must find a reason to find a way out.
Caught completely unaware, I never thought that I should care or in any way prepare for the possibility that what seemed an apparition was just pattern recognition and an overdue admission that I'm not where I should be.
But then again, it's hard to tell. It might, but maybe not. Oh well. I think it could be ... tough to say. Just too many shades of gray and far too much uncertainty in any possibility that I just don't know what to do. I think I'll have to think it through.
Distancing myself from everything I ever knew, far away from borrowed dreams and stolen points of view. Perpetually waiting for the other shoe to drop while hoping that just maybe I've gone far too far to stop.