It's time to start working on my Master's Project, the last leg. But I am unable to start. I am unable to think. All my thoughts seem suspended at a particular point in space. (Can space have a point?). So, I've lost the capacity to think, analyze. I know what I must do, I know how to go about it. But I'm not going.
It's something else that paralyzes me. I feel like someone pressed the button on and I got caught-up in a time warp. It's almost like I've been here before and yet I know I haven't. Everything about this is a novelty. How long do novelties hold us? Do some novelties last a lifetime? (Just wondering.)
What if I remain in this suspension forever, unable to move, think, act, but frozen in the heat of a yearing for life? Do we remain frozen, longing for a heat that makes us feel alive? Are these words just nothings that my listless mind conjures? Why do I feel transformed elsewhere?
I'm caught in a time warp. And I know you remain caught too.
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