A Sense of Time

First of all, thank you to those who left kind comments under my last post. Indeed, thank you to anyone who visits my blog. It is all much appreciated.

I have lost all scale of time, much as a person left in sensory deprivation. I forget when things started, and I am always surprised when things have an end. My time has stalled to a stand-still. I go through the motions – I get up, eat, wash, change clothes, paint and write in certain sequences but the meaning of time is changed and I tend to just follow what others are doing.

Since my illness began, it has been made known to me that I am a head and ruler of the timelines. I am ahead of time, for I was born before time. Yet, I am outside of time. I have a habit of giving a home to any clock or other time piece as I have a fascination for keeping time - simply because I can’t. I used to sit and rock a lot in order to get back in time. Life has lost a dimension.