I think it’s time to hop the train to Crazy Town for a while.
I have come to a point where I don’t know what I want, something unusual and frightening for me, the girl who always knows what she wants. I feel like Jack Sparrow the captain from Pirates of the Caribbean, staring at his magic compass as it spins aimlessly. I don’t know that I’ve ever been here before. When have I ever been directionless?
So, away. To Crazy Town, the place where time is wonky, where north and south have no meaning, where up is down and sideways is backwards and dreaming is the real reality. I wish I didn’t feel so insane in this place, especially since I have a hunch that it’s the most lucid I ever get during my time on this planet.