The lights go on...

Nothing makes sense anymore and suddenly I'm transported to this place. A nonsensical, unthinkable moment of truth. Defined by the manner in which I accept it. But do I? This is a turning point. A major crossroads. Then why does it seem like there is no choice to be made?

I keep coming back to that poem...John Clare....I Am.

"Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life nor joys,
But the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems;.............


.....I long for scenes where man has never trod;"

Nothing else makes sense. Started a new journal last night. A New Beginning. Even my dreams are becoming predictable and my reaction to those reactions...worse, maybe beyond understanding.