I can no longer concentrate on the tasks at hand. It’s hard to do more than a couple math problems or read more than a couple pages without dozing off to sleep. Without phasing out into my very loud thoughts.

The world around me feels unnatural and strange, like I’m not fully in it. Like I’m just a spectator, partaking in this event while everyone hustles and bustles around me. 

I am awake yet still dreaming. Scheming. And hopelessly believing the imagined things I imagine will become reality. 

Imaginings of you. Because you’re on my mind. 

You’re in my mind. 

You are.

You’ve got at least a toe dipped in all corners of my brain. 
If my thoughts were a movie you’d be in each frame. 
I don’t know how much longer I can stay sane. 
Not if each and everything stays the exact same.

oohhaaabbbioalllah

And not the usual other way around!

^^

Man looking back at what Andy, all the officers, and a lot of the performers and helpers had to go through, I’m still amazed at how the situation was handled and resolved. I’m proud of everyone! I wish I was more involved somehow too.