Brave

Day 3 of minimal sleep. The mental maelstrom known only as the Thoughtstorm shows no signs of abating, or distancing itself from the shores of my consciousness. I can only stumble blindly, searching -- praying -- clinging to the dim hope for a way out.... I'm beginning to think that I'm not meant to leave, at least not in the traditional sense. Hm... As yet another raindrop of thought joins the deluge, I change my objective. No longer do I wish to escape, but to find a path into the...