Secluded in this room, with the screen and keys in front of my eyes…
I will myself to enter the world that I have sought so desperately.
With every ounce of my subconscious, I fight against the release that I know I crave…
For entering it means facing the entirety of my thoughts.
There is such force in that world that I thrust myself away from it in day-to-day life,
Only to feel its tugging and twisting at my fingertips.
This will never disappear; the aching will only grow stronger until I reach this desk–
Fighting myself. Fighting the truth. Fighting those words.
They’re coming. I’m here.