The moment when your focused on something else, that’s when it falls into place. That’s when everything’s clear, and you can’t tell the difference between how it should be and how it is. That’s the moment I fear.

         This moment, was in some way, an unexpected ironically indulgent involvement, that I had been forcing upon myself for as long as I could remember. The clock ticks, the moment awakens all of my unseen senses as fear overcomes my clear thoughts. All actions, could only to be blamed for what I hadn’t done, for what I should have, for what I needed to. The moment was barley there, as I force my mind elsewhere. This overcome of the turbulent thought was almost painful, I grasp to what I can, as the tension from my temples drains from chaos into a simple, soft, seductive concord of systematic mayhem.