Blur

I am on vacation. A strange, completely bewildering holiday, where I have lost all sense of time and the days pass me by one after another. I feel like it is some sort of a never-ending dream and I am floating about in the atmosphere. Something very Jungian about it. There are realities that merge with illusions. There are clashes and contradictions that I try in vain, to decipher. There are moments that I would love to freeze, but that still pass me by, in harsh, cruel ways. There is also ecstasy, coupled with hopelessness.

I am sorry this sounds like it was written when I was stoned. No, wait, why should I apologize on my own blog entry! But there is a tangled web in my mind that I'm desperately trying to escape. There is a sense of focus and rationality that I am trying to regain. Shreds of dignity that I'm attempting to restore, just for my own peace of mind. Essays that have to be written on topics I couldn't care less about. Maybe it is time to crash back to reality and stop defying gravity. Fantastically enough, I am searching for what I thought was my incredible ability to snap in and snap out. But it seems to be lost somewhere.

If I don't find it soon enough, there could be dire consequences.