extrawesome

I am more comfortable with the rubble I'm surrounded by. My mind has achieved a soft focus and stabilized. Splinters of uncontrollable madness still burn like old fires within, but I find myself tending to them less and less. Like sitting in a theater, daydreaming. Aware of sound and light but present in some other reality. I push into it more and more. I feel the focus become more tangible. A structure begins to form although I do not yet know what it will be.