Sometimes my head hurts from just being awake and being bombarded by thoughts and visions, decisions and problems that battle for immediate attention. Even in sleep I cannot find rest. Even in my unconscious mind the battle rages and wars are fought with and by ghosts of the past in dramas of the future melding into the present and confusing the heart. Sometimes I want to scream yet all I find is silence. Noiseless expression as I fall ever deeper internally into myself. Sometimes a nightmare disturbing … but worst the times of darkness that come where no play is performed … when the curtain rises to an empty unlit stage in a dark auditorium where everything is still and thick with anticipation and expectation … and nothing happens …

Sometimes it feels like my head is being torn from my shoulders. Sometimes it feels like there will never be peace … sometimes …