2025-05-25

3:03 AM (UTC+2)

  • Got my new medicine yesterday, this is strong stuff.
  • I'd love to take out my motorbike again; pack some picnic stuff, plus something to read or draw or write, and go out into the world for a while.
  • I want to heal.
  • It's time to stare into the abyss.
  • Until it stares back.

Disconnect and disassociate yourself
From everything and everyone you know, just let go
Go, don't look back, and see where it takes you
After a year has passed, you might feel good enough to come home
Or there's the excitement that you may leave and just stay, and never come home again
Either way, you'll be glad you did it
Having left and gone, and being able to decide for yourself after you've done your time
They say that time heals all wounds
Well, this is a good way to spend that time
What better way to distract yourself from sadness than to further complicate your crisis to the point where it threatens your own survival?
Providing you with a total mindfuck of other factors, allowing you to erase your memory, deprogram yourself, and rebuild somewhere in the abyss
Surrendering all control and familiarity, boldly going into the unknown
Committing to this forced, yet voluntary, deportation from your own home
You know you have to go, your life depends on it
Answer the question, "Can you get here in ten days?"
"Yes, I can!"

It's time to cross the ocean
And dive into exile