The walls don’t close in. there are no moments of reflection, of suspicion that life is waiting like a shadow in the dark with a sword to tear me through and through. There’s also no wondering, no dreaming- that urge to just be a part of something, create something… I’m walking – just straight. All is fare and square, everything out in the open, the problems are bigger than I've dealt with but they're in boxes, the vision clear- but clarity…clarity can be cold and bland. You see as much as what’s in front of you…clarity is limited.
I’m growing silent.