I lost my key long ago. The words escape my, I can not pass without them and yet I wandered hoping that I would find my way again. I have been wandering. For some time. It is late and I do not have the depths to pull from and the morning draws near as I write. The countdown is about to begin and I am not sure where the timer is. I am not sure where anything is. Time is passing me by, I never quite knew what that phrase meant. I am paralyzed standing here trying to figure it out. I wonder, is this what  nervous breakdown is. Is it the resetting of time, the newness of life at the brink of extinction. Will I wallow in some misguided ditch that I threw myself into. The words are not coming out as dark and forboding as the last few months have felt. I wish I could say more but I just found my keys. I am taking a moment to breathe and hoping this all is just a dream.