I am not entirely sure how long I have been staring at my computer. I've been trying to make sense of what is going through my head, even though grasping everything seems impossible. Maybe I am skirting the edges of my perception or maybe it is just a matter of stepping outside of the box.
What is the box, exactly?
Somehow I know I am stepping outside of it. Maybe around it, maybe tapping on its door and then running off to hide...where?
It wasn't that long ago...I was walking through my door and staring into the rest of my life wondering how I had ended up standing in front of myself. I could have always asked but I knew that I didn't have the answer.
I didn't really have much time to think about it.
I am trying to pin myself to something tangible...as time passes the whole notion becomes irrelevant.
Distraction...it seems to be the meaning of life.
