My life has been a mess ever since I caught a glimpse of a new dimension. A gateway to worlds unknown.  My only consolation is the passing of time, and watching slowly and painfully as things improve for the better 

Yet as they improve, I can feel myself hurtling toward what I believe to be a final end to everything. Everything I've ever known, all my steady absolutes in life, my constants, the world I have so carefully created without regard to a potential crisis. 

I cannot stand my maddening emotions anymore; the conspiracy of my rational thoughts. The war raging on in the space between my ears. I'm crippled in silence and beat down by the unknown. And time allows me to be pushed gently into improvement, I sink into the safety of it all. Sinking and floating. 

I emerge once more and the slow crescendo starts again.

The war picks up where it left off.