i feel . . . distracted was how doc put it. i am outside of my body, floating at the ceiling, everything i do. i can't sleep, my dreams turned completely psychotic and they wake me up. so i just lie still with the dog.
the voices are here. and they scare me as they never have before. these two years of silence gave me a false sense of complacency.
i take it back, i can't put any of this stuff down. it comes too fast and stays too briefly, as with all my thoughts right now.