With so much out of reach here and abnormal back there, how can I blame the biting cold weather for my stale mood? From my frozen frame of mind, I force thoughts away which bring more misfortune. Quitting is not an option. Yet knowing that there’s no warmer refuge available makes this journey simple for now, and more arduous when looking ahead. Plagued by unpredictable nightmares of guilt, violence, the occult, and supernatural horrors…a reality of familiarity is ripped away, replaced with a hazy intangibility.

No solace in sleep, as it gets harder to discern what’s only a dream. Sparks of hope are transmitted through encoded messages. I can’t get her off my mind, but wonder if I even know who she is anymore. What then, is to be said of us in the future? Would we be worth the sacrifices, and compromises sure to be necessary? Nothing is ever as easy as it seems, madness is nearly bursting through my seams. Turns out most my outlets give way to intakes of debt or worse yet, regret.