The nights have become ever more sleepless.
The shadows have come alive, their shapes shift, they grin at me, and beckon.
They whisper and tell me things, many things, great things, wondrous things, sad things, horrible things.
Things about my overseas course, my future in work, and, of course, about those subjects that reside deep within the core of my being.
So much beauty and so much horror.
It is not schizophrenia.
It is reality.
