I find myself falling into the same patterns and the same routine that I used to oh so dearly dread. Having my morning coffee along side the sun rise before I fall into bed, days without sleep causing my mind to act in a strange manor. Aloneness. A huge area of quietness and insanity, but to me - peace and solitude. I fell back into this realm of vulnerability and dreamy-like state of reality. I used to hate it, but now, i’ve come to cherish moments like this. For a while my life was busy, an un-wanting lust of life. Activities and work that had to be done. I quit. I vanished from the world, for while I get to relax in the darkness of my apartment and just be able to hang out with myself. Nothing but my doubts, insecurities, dreams, and nightmares. A world for the lost. Therapeutic.