I'm coming back down the a bad case of I-Can't-Finish-A-Post-itis. Shit.
I can sit here and think about 30 different things in 4 minutes but I can't seem to nail anything down.
Legit, just now I was staring off into space.
The only thought still holding my brain in place is the past. The past isn't exactly a thought, it's more then that but at this time it feels like a moment. It feels like a dream, it never happened, any of it. But if you throw numbers into it, then chunks of time are missing and things don't add up.
I feel like this the moment in my life in which I turn to the camera, break the, what is it, 4th wall? I turn to face the audience and am instantly pulled from the actions behind me, spending all my time staring at people who don't really exist.