Abstract Concious.

My thoughts are really scattered at the moment and I can't make sense of any ending or beginning of the odd little half formed specks of light floating across and through, below and above me. I feel lost as usual, slighty guilty, partially self repremanding. These levels of hormones are more than enough to outrun me, the knowing creature beyond my limit too much for me to wrangle with. 

what and odd thought, that I could ever ensare her, as I become the slave to my early inhibitions and the master now understands the sting of cords wrapped ever increasingly tighter and tighter around something that once held no shape. Now concentrated and deadly, equipped with the rage of loss and the precision of a sharpened potential. It is impossible to turn around and yet the way is a maze of elements and possibilites far too abstract to grasp with this feeble figure I have grown to learn and love so well. But still I am not standing still, unless of course time has never begun and thus never shall it end. Falling and floating. I stand at the brink of an interpretation and the eve of a fall. 

Infinity awaits those who will never understand, although they try.