It is quiet here without that noise. Without thoughts and sounds whipping around, I’m left with static in a motionless dome. There is only one thing on my mind at a time. It is so weird how the passage of time changes depending on the variables you are focussed on; or rather variable.

Is this peace? Or is this just nothingness. What is the difference between a creative mind and the motionless one? Am I going to be the same? Am I going to have a different air about me or a different nuance? I don’t feel fear around it, but I think that is just the medicine repressing it. I don’t think that it is bad. It is just different and something to get used to.