The Early Hours.

Cant say have much of a story. Im better with pictures. I hear tales of cliques on this site and I am fascinated. At the same time i don't care enough. I have my shit to deal with. My own thoughts to express.

Its near 1am and my mind is lit up like a Christmas tree and my soul is restless.

I wonder if its the uncertainty in the month a head that keeps me awake.
I want start working on my stories again but i cant seem to string two sentences together. I think i need someone to brainstorm the plot with.

Then there is the pet project. Work stresses. Too much going on and nothing at the same time. I stepped outside my comfort zone. Did something outside of the routine and now i feel so disconnected from time and space.

It happened last year aswel when i look a trip to the UK. On my own for the first time. This trip was shorter and inland. But still it was for reason that i cant be sure will matter in 6months. I think im afraid that the trip was unappreciated. That it was an ill conceived attempt at holding on to a relationship thats already lost.

Reality seems absolutely thin right now and I guess I wonder if anyone else has experienced something similar.