I’m running out of time and I’m panicking, freezing up. I’m paralyzed with fear and I know it but I don’t know what needs to be done. I feel like every move I name is wrong.
Something just tells me that I have a deadline, and it’s going to be sooner than later, and if I dont figure this out by then, it will be too late. Exactly what it is that I will be too late for is still a mystery to me, which instills fear and elicits more questions leaving room for uncertainty.
In retrospect, this thriller/drama/sci-fi/rom-com life I’m living is starting to get the best of me. I welcome the end credits and anticipate the mental relief of finding out what happens at the end. I’ve always been hungry for knowledge, always inquisitive. I think I want to know every detail of every single thing at any and every given time. Like a reflex or instinct, the act of learning has always come naturally to me–and it wasn’t taught to be. But didn’t curiosity kill the cat?
