I'm trying to be intrepid when i write this.

My spirit bows in sorrow. There is that familiar sinking feeling. I wish I can melt away into a state of apparent tranquility. Apparent will do. I've stopped thinking in terms of actuals. I'm being introduced to the true depth of my demons. I'm not surprised. I was always aware. Now i'm facing what I always knew.

Time doesn't heal, contrary to common perception. The mind is fragile. The mind can take an extraordinary amount of abuse. But, at any point in time, the mind is consumed by the most recent act of idiocy. Time is for escapists. The absence of omnipresence is the reason for my survival. For how long ?

My past is catching up fast with my present. Should be interesting to see what happens when they come together.