Maybe I just need to learn to control this guy. I’m in the eye of the hurricane, too afraid to move. It’s spiraling down, destructuring all the architecture of life. But it’s all in my head. None of it is real. Everything is chaotically on air, but this is still a dream in the darkest hour, just before the dawn. We can relieve when the sun goes down, if we know that it’ll rise up again. Because this is just a nightmare, that will end soon.