React.

I got really stressed out, and somehow this came out of it.

It feels like each day I wake up from dreams, and slip into the realm of sad realities. Watching the clock tick, for every hour of each day, wondering if the pain will subdue. It never does, It hasn't for weeks. Slowly I'll manage to pull myself from the safety in the blankets, and leave the peace of my dreams. Is this all a dream? I wish, but these old faded light blue Converses seem to say time is passing at an alarming rate. Where did the months go, all blurred into one mass of teardrops upon the piles of paperwork. It's all slowly building up. I still can't move from this warmth, this safety.

But like all good things, it must come to an end. This never felt so wrong, each muscle spasms with hopes to stay motionless. Trying to trance my body into a state of numbness, breathing in and out. I watch the light reflect over the worn down strings of that beautiful Ibanez guitar, bringing safety from within the madness. I've never been a godly person, but now would be the perfect time to start.

The clock reads 7:13. Where has the time gone, I should have left hours ago, but my body feels so numb. It feels safety. I need to awaken, and somehow find the strength to allow myself that everything will be okay. But I don't know.

I open my eyes, and look outside upon the City. It's a wreck, the ocean is colliding with safety of the City. It's the only home I've ever known, so why do I feel so alone? It's time to react. I pull myself from the wooden bed, the soft plaid covers and react.