Sleepless

Picturing the strange, unfamiliar new world that was soon to be introduced to me was frightening. Terrifying yet exciting. Where am I supposed to go from here? Face the truth and discover how thick these walls really are, or stay away, hide away from what was once inescapable. Face the risk of lengthy comparison and possibly relive the awful collapse. The internal collapse, the familiar emptiness. The accusing glances and hollowed whispers. Only predicted, but the fear still carries on. I suppose I can't avoid it. Can't try to escape. There is no real escape. One way leads to an end, a break down, and the other is a path to destruction. Either way, the truth will present itself. It will bubble up inside and let out bursts of words barely strung together. Will it be my truths, my words or the expected ones. The immediate conclusions drawn from betrayals and false truths. Assumptions and trailed thoughts. Either way, time is up. This world of strangeness is clearly in view. Only, the reflections have faded from it.