We move in circles
Balanced all the while
On a gleaming razor’s edgeA perfect sphere
Colliding with our fate
This story ends where it began
—Dream Theater, Octavarium
Back to this.
So much has passed, yet nothing seems to have changed. I’ve never gone this long without writing an entry. For a while there, I didn’t mind. Didn’t mind not forcing myself to sit and write at every free moment. Didn’t mind my life not being taken over by this.
Now it feels like I’m in the middle of a transition. So much is happening around me, with so much to do, while my emotions remain neutral as if I don’t know what to think. There’s hasn’t been enough stability yet, or perhaps I haven’t been able to sit down to write and think about what’s going on. I’m ready now.
It’s been 33 days.
I definitely missed this.