get out

here we go again, i'm home too much and have to get out.

pacing the cage, as it were. troubling dreams i don't understand. all around say, attend to your dreams, and i don't know how or why. they shake me from sleep and i wake more distraught than when i lay me down.

so i'm not going to. i'm going to let them go and focus on what i can see. what i can feel. nothing else will be real to me, if i don't see it or feel it.

this is pretty much how i've been living my life of late, the past six months. cutting off the promise of things which never come, for the present. the moment. the now.

i've got to get out.

and so i shall.