multitude

A multitude of emotions is what I am feeling.

I have already told myself to snap out of it, but somehow it seems to be always somewhere in the recesses of my mind.

I have dreamt the dream that has about the same content many times, esp recently, and it's making me think even more, and sometimes saddening me.

Uncertainty. Fear. Fear. Uncertainty.

Which one comes first?

Maybe this is the truth of words.

That nowhere is our vision more distorted than when we turn it on ourselves.