You wake up to darkness. Surrounding you are invisible claws, inching forward with every palpable moment. Terror grips your heart, and your mind freezes, sanity fleeing. You start to feel like you are losing yourself. You sit up, trying your best to breathe. Chill air rushes through your nostrils but breathlessness fills up your lungs. You choke as endless fear creeps up on you. The sense of impending doom makes you feel inescapable. There is an inflating bubble of pressure within your being that makes you want to cry. You struggle for a plausible connection to that growing balloon yet your reasoning tells you that the rubber ball is made-up fiction. The balloon grows larger still. Conflicted, confused and with craze-filled thoughts, you sit up on your bed, then recline. You can't stay lying down because the unseen fear threatens to eat you from the inside. This enemy is lethal. You know it from your trembling bones. Contemplation fights for your attention. You struggle be...
If reality is a haze of confusion and doubt, this is my land of surety and where my voice streams through. Construct, and construe; conduct and commune.