Twitch, twitch. The silence of the room fills me and all i hear is the pulse of external waste. The quiet hum of insanity building in my veins. The shadows begin to move and twist and my imagination takes for a ride, upon the rocket coaster of colors, memory and sound. Bliss freedom reins over becoming incapable of stopping madness within my mind. Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick... every second on the old clock draws me in, try to pass the time and it gets slower, now I have become occupied and the time doesn't matter surely its past now. NOOOOO!!! I cant hear the ticking anymore because it is moving so slow it does not make noise, a seeming eternity between seconds of time. If this were just one of the times i needed time to slow down, but its not, I just am waiting for it to pass. I return to my sketch and i can hear the lead breaking against the fibers of paper and focus upon it so closely I can no longer see the image I am drawing. The torn edges of paper and the trail of lead smeared upon it like a trail in the forest, is it another dream I wonder, a deer runs off in the distance the echo of gunfire, screams of pain, and fear run past as armies of men with no faces rip across the landscape leaving all barren and desolate, Like the room I am stuck in unable to be set free, except my imaginings of other worlds brought to life between the fibers of reality. Tock. Yay only fifty four more in this minute. I think I might grab hold of my sanity once again.